This week has hit hard with the proverbial first chills of November. I went out for a walk yesterday during the warmth of the afternoon and everything – even those last zinnias that were holding on for so long – has died. It is a reality of living in the North East, but I dread it every year. My months of photographing are over. Still, there are last moments of hope – namely some time well spent at a local flower show late last week. This year of botanical exploration has taught me that even the flora which I have overlooked in the past have deep beauty if you stop to look.