Fall. Oh, Fall. I’ve generally had a mixed bag of big emotions for the post-summer season. Being a PNW kid, fall meant some of the best hiking on earth, with the incoming gloom of yet another abysmal winter. I started working full-time in summers at 14. Summers have never been chill, and has been the case for my 16-year career, as photo work is seasonal no matter where you live. I’ve never really looked forward to fall because I never wanted what little summer I had to end. As I got older, that feeling worsened, dramatically. It turned in to full on Seasonal Depressive Disorder, which, more people suffer from than not, but gets masked by all sorts of things. For me, it’s hit extra hard, as I’ve battled several very heavy depression and anxiety disorders my entire life. Fall-out from brutal trauma, sexual-abuse, PTSD, untreated ADD - the list goes on. Life was really freakin hard. Relentless and prolonged pain. Never-ending. And my body FEELS it in fall. Short days, cold ...