Fall is a refreshing departure from the photographic malaise of an August in the midwest. While the heat of summer is a comfortable respite from Minnesota's endless winter, it is a bit monotonous for an image maker. Green leaves are dull from months of exposure and are rendered as faded cyan even when photographed during the magic hours of dusk and dawn. Despite the abundance of naive chicks, fawns and cubs, the thick vegetation during this brief growing season makes it nearly impossible to isolate a photographic subject. In contrast, fall ushers in the the "great clearing." With shades of yellow, orange and red serving as my studio, impenetrable thickets now glow in the morning light to clearly reveal my subjects as they toil and prepare for winter. To the photographer, autumn is a near perfect collision between subject matter and light; to the worker bee/weekend warrior it is the season that rewards sleep deprivation with seldom seen snippets of time.