

I have always felt the seasons in North America to be unfitting. Imposed by people coming from Europe, I feel the three-month season doesn't really correspond to the true cycles of nature. so here is my attempt at a six-season wheel.
Below, you'll see my attempts at interpreting some of these seasons through moving landscapes.
the bloodroots await the bumblebee queens as they emerge in the reborn forest.

the birds come back home, after a long winter. they are greeted by fresh new leaves.

the winds that carry the migrants to their winter homes toss about the goldenrod.