Childhood is the first season of life, luminous as spring, sweet as fruit. All children are beautiful and all children are good (at least this is the memory we keep within us, when our childhood is over). Gently, as fruits ripen, children become adults, worried creatures preoccupied with love, money, survival, leaving behind them their ephemeral beauty of butterflies flitting onto flowers or dragonflies skimming across water. Childhood, sadly, as fruits and vegetables, is a perishable good. Crowning children’s heads with the products of the four seasons has been for me and my small subjects a game celebrating the radiant beauty and lightning brevity of childhood.