The Seasons was actually done over a 5-year period starting in 2019 and began at the start of Spring when a bluebird flew from the fence in my backyard to the woods in the distance. We experience all four seasons in their extremes where I live and each leaves a mark on the ground, air, and people.

When most people hear the word Spring images of warm skies and flowers blooming everywhere come to mind. Not so much in Central NY. For us Spring means frost every morning and walking out the door in a hoodie and high 70's in the afternoon with shorts on, along with the hoodie. It means mud, rain, freezing rain, more mud, and then a little warmth, finally. Our trees are incredibly rugged as each of the first few times they try to bud there's an ice storm, but they bounce back and try again. Spring reflects that.