Seasons Apart

The Little River, Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Tennessee, Autumn 2010

Same location, Summer 2011

As a the end of the summer season nears a curtain call for 2010 and we start to feel the cool breeze of fall encroaching on our sun-kissed faces I often fantasize about revisiting some of my favorite photography locations but in a different season.  One of the most magical aspects of photographing outdoors is that a familiar view is never the same at different times of the year. We get a new chance, a new challenge and a new story to tell. I feel like so rarely many of us get to visit a place time and again to make images in every season, showing the beauty, diversity, struggle and re-growth that occurs timelessly in our woods and deserts. Sometimes though, we are lucky, and we can see how a place evolves, how the wear and tear of time reshapes, upholsters and renews itself. As a photographer, it is nothing more than just good fun to capture. Thankfully I’ve had the chance to revisit a place I got to spend with my mother the first time in Autumn 2010. I returned the following summer. It was still beautiful with blossoming white flowers but lacking the pastoral renaissance the Great Smoky Mountains pass through on their way Winter. So as you step outside in these last days of summer, this is just a friendly reminder to capture a place you may get to revisit again in a couple months when the trees and land show you a new view that was there in front of you the entire time.