The air is beginning to cool here. The leaves are starting to crisp and I’m soaking up every ounce of this glorious season. There’s something about the impending hibernation that makes this season of autumn seem so alive. On the cusp of winter’s sleep the world seems all the more vibrant. It’s a season of change, like a snake shedding its skin. I have a tiny snake now, in the form of my sphinx’s tail. I’ve had a connection to the healing process of this tattoo unlike any other.
I’ve so identified with her transformation from raw, to scaly, to flakes, and finally to flesh. I love watching tattoos sink into skin, and perhaps it’s just this one’s location or maybe it is her significance that has so drawn me to be inspired by her healing.
It’s the perfect time to shed an old snake’s skin and step into a new phase of life. As I mentioned in this post, there are a few changes on our horizon, no updates there yet but stay tuned. Looking back on my photos from the past few days and weeks makes me realize how succinctly they document the fall season here. How lovely, how pale, and ephemeral the dying of the leaves. It’s been delicious brews, carrot cake, and books these past few days. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect way to spend fall.