i woke up, took a walk, and discovered a local wild grape vine along my path. i thought to myself, hey, i love the idea of seasons between seasons. here are tiny grapes that are, in one way, grapes, and in another way, not yet grapes. what if i made an alphabet out of them. wait, even better, what if i photographed each letter as a separate image and then collected them all into one single alphabet. and then what if i started this project in the afternoon, so that the last letters were shot in semi-darkness, and what if i then spent the rest of the evening making them into a coherent whole. no problem. it’s as simple as . . . well you know . . . abc.
grape vine alphabet