I readily admit that I struggle with transitions of most any type and for the longest time the transition from autumn to winter was quite difficult for me. I still struggle with the loss of daylight but I don't dread the approach of winter as I once did. Photography has helped in that regard. I've come to find winter to be one of my favorite seasons to be out capturing the beauty of our Earth as best as I can with my camera. I accept this transition better than I once did and truly do appreciate the beauty of winter in Vermont.
The transition from autumn to winter, unlike any of the other seasonal transitions, brings to mind these words, made popularly famous by folk musician Pete Seeger when he turned them into his song "Turn, Turn, Turn". The Byrds then made that song even more famous in the mid-1960's. The words to the song are taken verbatim from the Book of Ecclesiastes, chapter 3, verse 1, with the exception of a final line written by Seeger, " . . . a time for peace, I swear it's not too late."
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Just a short time ago the view of Berlin Pond in this photograph was obscured by the lush foliage of the trees. Then, for a short time, one could see through from the road across this patch of woods and to the pond. Now that view is once again slightly obscured by the freshly fallen snow of mid-November. Transitions can literally and figuratively provide us fresh perspectives. They can shape how we see things or how we choose to see things.
As we prepare to celebrate Thanksgiving Day next week, the changes and transitions around us--the shorter and darker days, the colder weather, and the approaching snows--encourage me slow down a bit. For me, this is a time for pause, reflection, and gratitude. Yes, indeed, to everything there is a season . . .