Please examine this pumpkin stem and tell me what you find. Don’t you love finding magic in unexpected places? In the cracks and hiding in negative spaces.
When I was a young (maybe 8?) my dad’s sunset photo was featured on the local news. The honey-colored sun aligned itself perfectly on a railroad track while my dad honored the scene with a shutter click. Just one snap on a roll of Kodak film. And then we waited. We waited to finish the roll (he didn’t waste frames) and we waited some more when we brought the film to Osco for developing. But, the point isn’t about patience. It’s about the magic. If we had to categorize my dad using Einstein’s equation, he sees “all miracles, all the time.”
I think he was born with an enlightened appreciation for simple wonders. I remember arguing with him as a know-it-all-teen about his fascination with autumn. Falling leaves remind me of tears; mourning summer’s death. I was dramatic in pleading my anti-autumn case.
In honor of my dad’s love of this season, I am using pumpkins as a creative canvas.
In the process of creating, I am slowly falling in love with autumn.
Song tip: Kate Nash’s Pumpkin Soup.