Pensivity

It snowed this morning. It was a dark morning, but pockets of shine glowed from the wet street and streaks of light reflected off the crisp grass. Mid-day I found myself behind a velvet rope, shooting dignitaries rededicating a university library. It was a stale waxy photograph and I had shot it ten times already. Just waiting for nuances, smiles or waves of the high rollers who sat perched on the riser where the podium stood. 11, 12, 13. I was getting bored. At least for myself the transition time of each season sticks out among the other marks of the year. Especially fall to winter, more than the others. The morning of the first big snow storm of the year will stick with me through the week. The sun came out for a moment, just a slice and put some light down on those suffering through the long meeting. Thanks to a cooperative skylight.
I was glad to see the sun, all of us lost in the translation of autumn to the old and unforgivable man that is winter.