Sometime last week, there was a shift; a subtle, nearly imperceptible change. I can't say precisely when. But it happened. It definitely happened. One night (maybe Tuesday; it's really hard to tell) without great fanfare and witnessed only by the stars, summer softly became fall.
And now it's the season of harvest. The season of gathering back in all the hope of spring and canning it for winter. The season of collecting seeds and putting roots in the dry darkness of the cellar. The season of splitting wood.
To celebrate that season, I'm working on a new series of photos called Harvest. They are simple and clean, the plentiful symbols of the season on display. Stay tuned for more new images and a post on how they were shot. And watch for prints and greeting cards from the Harvest Series to be available soon in the HLP Gallery and Store.