Summer has always been my least favorite season, especially when there is no respite from the heat and sunshine. It drains my energy and ruins my running pace, sucks the life out of my photos, blinds me when I'm driving. I can almost feel it relentlessly transforming skin into melanoma.
I was walking my favorite route along the Kanawha River one summer day, wistfully remembering the exquisite blossoms of spring, colorful leaves of autumn, and even the beauty of a snow-covered landscape. Feeling grumpy that on this bright August day, nature had neither blossoms nor colorful leaves nor snow to offer me. Nothing was being created or destroyed; there was only the endless monotony of vapid sunshine.
To get myself out of my sun-induced funk, I decided to look closely at the one thing that summer has plenty of: weeds. You have to look close, to see their beauty.
Presenting - the weeds of summer. Is it true what they say, that weeds are just plants growing in the wrong place?