I do so love this time of year. It is always true that there are changes around in plants from day to day, but these days now - and somehow I feel it more than in Spring - the changes are quite beautiful. The decaying too is beautiful, perhaps because the demise is a precursor to new birth.
It demands visual immersion and sparks so many ideas. Just now I am trying to think only about my own experiences, but there is so much else going on that is disturbing between humans. Helplessly, selfishly, I am trying to focus on my own tiny environment.
- a design in progress which has come out of it all.