Flickering between summer and autumn

- 5 mins read

These short spaces between seasons – like the edges of watercolour paint bleeding into one another – increasingly catch my attention and imagination. Summer, fall, winter, spring: we hold these words so close, templates we can stamp over periods of time. But like everything in the real world, there is no clear border between anything. Perhaps the idea of (and desire for) borders is one of the defining ideas of our primate brains?

As you’ve noticed, without my gulls to check-up on my posting here is becoming more sporadic. So… let’s catch up.

Ring-billed Gull

Ring-billed Gull

Ring-billed Gull