Penning Photography Daily

It may be cold, windy and wet outside, as the march of the seasons brings on winter temperatures and dry skin, but I have my memories of warmer times in photographs such as these ripening tomatoes.

They may bring warmth to the soul and a longing for fresh fruit, which doesn’t lessen the harsh weather outside but brings a leavening to my mood. A reminder that all things must pass, even the warmth of summer must change into the winds of autumn, and eventually, to the chill of winter.

The seasons change and so must I.

Every day is one more than the last, with its fullness of changes, however minute. The moments add up, adding to my life one experience at a time. Some moments pass without notice, and mores the pity for their fleeting, unknown passage.

The time of life is limited. That fact stands unmovable and solid.

So precious are these moments, even the most mundane and so similar to the last ones. My task is to take notice and cherish every one.

So I will long for fresh tomatoes, even as I relish the colors and memories of those whose fruit I have enjoyed, such as these.