all things must pass

In a private collection

sold through Edgewater Gallery

Sunrise doesn’t last all morning,
A cloudburst doesn’t last all day.
Seems my love is up
And has left you with no warning.
It’s not always going
to be this grey.
All things must pass,
All things must pass away.

Gallipo’s Barn in Rutland Town, Vermont has been another favorite haunting ground for me. I found myself struck this time by the lovely play of violet and yellow between the two neighborly barns. The snow was melting, the clouds were lifting, and the sun was making a late afternoon appearance. I’m lucky I didn’t get hit by a car as I stood in the middle of the road, studying the view over the course of three weeks, and rushing over to review the light at 3:30 pm whenever the sun and snow cooperated.