The seasons change, and we change. All things cycle, yet remain the same. An endless progression of birth, transformation, death, and rebirth, is revealed in the surrender of the warm and fertile months, to winter*s formidable grasp. Pain may mark our rites of passage as often as joy, but renewal waits on each day*s horizon. Image and text c Lynda Lehmann.
Printed in archival inks on Canon professional photo paper, 8 x 10 inches matted to 11 x 14 inches. Please feel free to ask about other sizes.