Watching the sunlight shine through translucent leaves revealing veins, shadows, gentle folds and curves which expose nature’s sensual side. Shades of deep dark green, nearly black revealing subtle shapes hidden deep within; sharing space with light greenish yellow, chartreuse highlights; these observations emphasize just a few of the plethora of visual delights of summer. The drama reveals itself in surprises of shapes, lines, and texture. Sometimes there is a question, which asks, where does the background end and where does the foreground begin? These two elements seem to flip-flop back and forth refusing to answer the question. Perpetuating a visual mystery that intrigues me to no end. This raises another question. Could I possibly be drawn to this dramatic display of nature because my name is Fern?