As a kid, I often heard others older than me about a particular glass called a tumbler. I thought that was a cool name as I equivocated it with the act of tumbling. In fact, a derivative of the title is a glass that you could not keep from tumbling over while another meaning is a glass that has a weighted bottom and thus could not be turned over. I wonder if we do not drink out of both Tumblers at times?

Labor Day will soon be over and the summer of our laughter and play will close. We will be sorrowful for a moment until we look just ahead of us and there is fall in its autumnal glory. Suddenly it dawns on us that although summer has gone and life has changed…there is beauty and wonder ahead.

A snapshot is what we live in. It is our reality but it is frozen in time. Each photo seems to be our life in total…until the movie continues.

Have you heard it said that we make plans and God laughs? Soon the leaves will fall and the air will become crisp and Pumpkin Spice Coffee is already available. We Old/Young people think that we have all of the answers to life’s persistent questions because our perspective is so myopic. The massive and mighty trees that I enjoy photographing in the Woods worry not. Their leaves grew out a hearty green and were plenteous…and then they fell to the ground in a swirling eddy of air. Then the cold comes and the bare limbs and the frost touches the great oaks. The trees worry not…they know that spring is coming…

When the fire ravages and the woods suffer and they lose many of their family…then the seeds deep in the earth sprout with new life…

There is a third type of Tumbler that when pushed moves away from the force of the push and then comes back to the center due to its shape…much like the old child’s punching bags that when you hit Bozo The Clown he might go to the floor…but he came immediately back up to his standing position…smiling…