The flame tree, that I watch through the seasons, has become two trees. On the east, its leaves are slowly turning yellow and becoming more sparse. I photograph this side of the tree in the morning, when the sun catches its leaves.
But on the other side, which stretches out towards the west, more and more red flowers are blooming. I photograph this side in the evening, when the setting sun bathes the leaves and flowers with golden light.
On the west, the tree has begun its winter flaming.
On the east, the tree is still in autumn leaf-fall.
Two seasons in one.
I feel I am witnessing transition, right before my eyes.
I feel comforted.
When nature is showing so much of its jolting, harsh, abrupt side, gentle transitions that include some of the old and some of the new, give me time to adjust and accept the inevitability of change.