Purple sweeps across the dead wheat plane, an evening glow.
When the snow melts and the sun is shining bright, it catches the earth in such a way that makes the decay of fall glimmer like golden honey.
Late fall, when the rains have brought most of the leaves down, blanketing nature's floor, there are bright pops of color that flicker through the decay – those stubborn leaves that remain on twigs and wave hello.
Choreographed moments of daily dances, captures by the temporary landscape. Frozen tracks in the snow.