Earth’s spring is the greatest. It is moody. It trembles. It is more spring than paradise!

Autumn love, it burns, and it fades,
Like golden leaves in the twilight shade.
To hold is to lose, to love is to know,
The heart must learn to let beauty go.

The fates of a photographer, a poet, a painter, and a glassblower forged into a single prism: The Glass Elephant