Late Bloomers

Dear Diary,

The fall asters are one of the last flowers to bloom in the garden.  These are at the end of my studio.  A stray day lily was also blooming on a plant that really looked like it was done...a gift.  I was a bit of a late bloomer myself.  I didn't start college until I was 25 and I didn't really get involved in photography in a serious way until I was 56.  Well, better late than never as they say.

All things have their season, their time to ripen and mature.  In some cases they may go dormant for a time but then, when you least expect it, they bloom again.  My re-awakening of the monochrome image may be that for me.  It has lain dormant for several years but I am now experiencing a new desire to explore that way of working again.  I've added one of the images from the Homer studio that I did in black and white.  It recalled the winter back in 2006 when I did a series on rural geometry in the village of Tamworth, New Hampshire.

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...