Weekly Photo Challenge: My 2012 in Pictures/Sunday Post: 2013
“Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.”
This week’s photo challenge, appropriately, is “2012, My Year in Pictures”, while Jake’s Sunday Post is “2013”. For me, the year was full of wonderful adventures, making it difficult to favor one over another. So I’ve chosen instead to illustrate my year by choosing some of my favorite photographs of the seasons of 2012 at home on Kiawah.
” It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
First up, of course, is spring. Lush, green and gorgeous; full of warm breezes and rebirth. The marsh, which is the harbinger of all seasonal changes on Kiawah, turns an incredibly bright green – the kind of green you should see when you look up the word “verdant” in the dictionary.
From spring we turn to summer, which here in Coastal South Carolina is intensly hot and humid. The days turn long, and the rains that annoyed us in winter bring a welcome, if short, relief from the heat of the day. It’s a time of year when those who live inland come to our beautiful beaches, while those of us who are northern transplants travel to cooler climes.
“Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.”
From summer, we move to Fall, a magical time on Kiawah. The marsh turns a beautiful golden color, the purple sweetgrasses bloom, and a (very) few of our trees turn red or yellow with the colors of Autumn.
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. “
Finally, we turn to winter, which to the northerners among us, feels quite mild. Many of our plants go dormant, and the winds can be quite blustery. Very rarely do we have snow or ice. For many of us, the holidays mean travel to visit friends and family up north (NY/NJ in my case), which often serves as a serious reminder of the reason we moved south in the first place!
Percy Bysshe Shelley