Bitter Fruit

Each season is but an infinitesimal point. It no sooner comes than it is gone. - Thoreau

Deep in the hot throes of summer.

High sun illuminating bitter truth.

Caught in an avalanche.

Without a shovel.

Tired fingers strumming the six-string of redemption.

Faith being tested to fruition.

Low-hanging fruit is the easiest to gather.

Especially in the depths of a living Hell ...

Author's Note

"Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth." - Thoreau