In this part of Southern California, we don't have seasons, per say. We use events to mark the end of one season and the beginning of another. The produce begins to change from heirloom tomatoes in outrageous shades of yellow, purple, orange and a few reds thrown in for good measure to the more subdued shades of Autumn squashes, and pumpkins. We still wear flip flops, but now we're wearing hooded sweatshirts over our tank tops and board shorts. People begin to leave their doors and windows closed against the cooler morning, only throwing them open once the sun has begun to warm up the day.
|Dion Wright Sculpture|