Scoured by wind and emptied of color, plant structures emerge from beneath the yoke of summer.                                                                         

It’s a gift to savor—if you can just slow down enough to unwrap it.   Once you change your perspective on what constitutes beauty, the rewards are great.

Just as when chlorophyll dies and whole universes explode with color, challenging yourself to see the beauty in something far past its prime is like finding the key that opens a door to a whole new season of wonder.

To me, that’s real magic.