The Four Seasons as I see them

The Four Seasons as photographed by me

Seasons come and go and come and go year in and year out, a seeming constant in my life. Over the years I've come to make some connections between seasons and life.

Spring to me represents birth and rebirth. The trees and the flowers bloom, animals wake up and come to life, and weather starts to get more exciting with thunderstorms and tornadoes.

Summer represents maturity. The leaves on the trees are at their peak green, the weather has settled down compared to spring.

Fall represents old age. Leaves start to turn pretty shades of yellow, orange, and red. Animals start to prepare for winter. We as people tend to harbor nostalgia all the time, but there's something about fall that makes the nostalgia stronger as we reflect on our past.

Winter represents death. The leaves have fallen off the trees, there is not much activity abuzz outside, the sky is often gray and temperatures frigid.

Personally I try to see the good in all the seasons, even though I'm biased towards spring as I was born in spring. I like the spring for its nice warmth and anticipation of things to come, summer for the sunny days and the many possibilities for action, fall for the crisp, cool air and the beginning of soup season, and winter for beautiful swaths of snow and Christmas.