This photo represents more than just the change of seasons. The rope swing and leaves in the upper left provide context; a reminder of the carefree days of the summer swimming hole. The still waters providing a crystal reflection of the treeline present a lasting tranquility. The bold colors of the leaves are an expression of the vibrancy of life, but also serve as a herald of a cold season approaching, a season were death precedes rebirth. Throughout the story of the composition, one theme binds it all. Though death has a place in the seasons, life returns. As a child, I was never drawn to this place. When I returned to my childhood appreciation for photography, I approached this location without recognizing a sense of emotional healing. When I was 3, my father died of a heart attack after rescuing a dog in this very pond.