How can it be that we are already nearing the end of the old year?
We have only moments left to enjoy of 2009...
...a mere shell of what once was...
...the refuse of the party left rattling in the wind...
...whispering in the trees...
...bearing witness to the passage of time.
Many were the hours I spent up at the pond taking pictures, documenting each bloom, each victory of nature...
...and now we are left with only the most delicate skeletons of what once was lush and vibrant...
murmuring songs of remembered glory.
Life comes full circle...
And out of the death of the old year, will spring a new year, filled with hope and promise.
