Clean slate

In some corners of the great white north,  winter is already upon us. The clocks fell almost as swiftly as the temperatures dropped. Winds have changed direction,  leafs have gone from green to gold.

For some it's a time to roll up the carpet, pull down the garage door and go inside to hibernate until spring. While others dig out the long handle underwear and insulated socks, start a new pot of coffee and pull the door down for an entirely different set of reasons. Fall giving way to winter for some is a sign of changing seasons, the unfortunate and uninitiated.

Winter is the time for rebirth, resurrections, the opportunity to clear the slate. Evident in the first blankets of snow that cover the countyside. Inspiration in a clear white sheet of paper.

S.E.M.A. brings upon the first tire track, thousands of little flakes of inspiration all falling into one cup at the beginning of November. Whether you have lost your wind or lost your way. S.E.M.A. brings about all the novelties you need to carry on.From the exhibition hall to the parking lot,  there is something to fill the imagination of anyones interests.

Every nut and bolt is turned, things that you don't even think are possible exist, a '75 Ford Gran Torino can actually be desirable. L.E.D. taillamps for the Pearl, long travel Bug, paint that's chrome and the story continues until your feet are worn and you just need a drink.

Men and women slave hours to make the sights and smells, but it's the take away that is their true reward. When the magazines are full, editorials written, pictures taken that one steps back into his or her garage.

There in dry dock, one tire flat, listing depressively to port lies your legacy, the thing you get remembered by, your project.

With the winter months you are given that clean slate to imagine what the spring will bring and what you will bring to that first event when the leaves bloom once more.