There’s beauty in everything – in bare stems and in moldy leaves – it’s just, sometimes you’ve just got to look a littler closer to find it. When it’s over, the cycle begins again and we rejoice at the promise of the future and something new. I knew that it was coming – but I still wasn’t ready. The frost: it’s the end, but also the beginning – of the future, and an infinite number of things which could be. Here are some captures of the mess. If you stop to look beyond the surface, you can always find something beautiful. Much love, folks.