First Frost


15Nov2015

Every season has a moment that defines its beginning. The change may not happen all at once, fall and winter colliding and wrestling back and forth. But if you look closely, there is an instant when the balance tips, and one turns to the other.

The moment arrived this morning. I awoke to frost on the grass, a thin white coating giving a hazy appearance to the green. It has been a warm summer and autumn here, the latest I have seen the first frost.

I waited until the sun was angled high enough to shine on the grass and shot quickly, with less than half an hour before the heat transformed frost to dew. I shot with a shallow depth of field to catch the bokeh beyond, focused narrowly on a few blades of grass. Ice caught the light and turned it into circular rainbows, hovering above my lawn. This afternoon I heard a few defiant crickets calling, not yet ready to surrender to winter. But the pendulum has shifted, and winter is gliding closer every day.