Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreshadow

Foreshadow: The suggestion or indication of things to come.

Yellow Amongst Green
Yellow Amongst Green

A branch of yellow leaves on the poplar tree in front of my house = Summer’s end is inevitable.


Winding Down (To Wind Back Up Again)

I served steamed carrots with dinner tonight.

At the moment, I am sitting at my desk wearing a sweater.  I am doing so because the breeze coming in through the open window beside me is chilly.  Yes, chilly.  I may be forced to actually shut the window.


Yesterday, I took my son to Staples and purchased binders, pencils, notebooks and a new lunch bag….all for him.

The date is August 28th.

I am slowly starting to face facts here:  Summer is drawing to a close.

I first noticed this happening a few days ago, when we returned from our family vacation: I sat down to do some work and suddenly found myself lost in a sea of paper work, unopened email and a ‘to-do’ list from my boss that is about a mile long.  An entire summer’s worth of procrastinating and taking days off came crashing down on me like a tidal wave.


Tonight, using the barbeque seemed…boring and predictable (!) to make dinner with.  Instead, I cooked food from my freezer, in my oven and steamed vegetables, rather than grilling everything drizzled in olive oil and loaded with basil from the garden.  For the first time in three months, the food we ate did not have char marks on it from the grill.  We also ate inside.


Now I am going to help my son organize his backpack with all of his new school supplies:  Classes resume in less than a week.  He has six days to break in his new running shoes.

But the most compelling evidence that Summer is winding down is the weather.  The days are slowly getting shorter.  The air has a certain chill in it that we have not felt for a long time.

The leaves on the trees are even starting to change colour…in an oh-so subtle way.

I am okay with all of this, really.  The end of August has always represented a second New Year.  A time to start over, to start fresh.  Summer is so wild and so free.  We have no rules, no schedule.  To be honest, after a while I crave these things.  Soon we will have hectic week nights, homework and structure.  Things will be fast paced in our household once again….just the way I like it.

Besides, Fall is an absolutely beautiful and breathtaking time of year – what with all the colours our landscape takes on.  Truly an excellent season to photograph.

~I am shaking my head and coming to grips with the obvious~

Back Then, Right Now (Via Instagram)

I stumbled across a post of mine from February.  It was filled with hope for greener surroundings than I was experiencing at the time, and an image I shot of my back garden using Instagram.

I remember this day, so vividly.  We had woken up to yet another heavy snowfall from the night before.   I felt that, even though it was so, so far away in days, Spring would be close to me again.  I was in the grips of winter, feeling dark, but trying to remain optimistic and cheerful, despite this particularly cold and dark day.  It’s not that I become depressed during winter.  But when your photography centres around being outdoors, and your feet are constantly cold between November and March – warmer seasons become a bit of a day-dream.

Well, looking around my yard today, seeing the deep, amazing greens that now fill my world and feeling the warm air, that February day seems like it was a life time ago.  I guess you could say I have found green, huh?

Two pics of the same garden, same point of view – worlds apart.

Oh – after I re-shot the Instagram pic of my pond and garden, I snapped it again using Tilt Shift….just for, you know, shits-and-giggles.