10.3.16 Only the beginning

I've always been drawn to the repetition of things. 

Ways of illuminating the passage of time. 

The variations of a face, a relationship, a neighborhood..different times of day. 

Different weather, and seasons. 
I remember coming across Wanda Gag's beautiful illustrations of the same place,

 in all four seasons. Somehow I found it so soothing, making order, reminding us of the cycles. 
Now with a quieter life, with child-raising pretty much done, 

I find great succor in the cycles. 

I find myself struck by the intricate changes in one place- 

in a forest, 

or by a field. 

Same place, different circumstance. 
I begin to get to know the terrain.