Sunday, November 30, 2014

this was November

Mellow and worn, like the felted slippers worn on my feet on November days due to the cooler temperatures, yet
 as the days grew shorter and the shadows longer, I observed certain integral moments of time to snap and hold in place.









Each picture tells its own story.

at home on Thursday

Early morning walk in the swirling snow down to the creek bed. This American Beech tree  rightfully observed, glorious in its sober cinnamon...