"Winter is an etching,
spring a watercolor,
summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all."
Midway to the start of winter here, the world grows noticeably darker and the killing frosts come once again in earnest, both harbingers and symbols of the cyclic inward retreat.
November 30th: I saw this while coming home the other evening and my first thought was, "Don't drink and drive!"
So I trudged down the block this evening to get a photo before someone decided to fix it.
November 29th: If you're going to tie one on, always do it in style.
November 28th: Here's looking at you, kid.
November 27th: A nugget of polished amethyst looking rather other-wordly.
November 26th: The end of a rather difficult day and spectacular failures capturing something at sunset earlier surrender to an echo of the lines in yesterday's Daily in these ribbons 'round an antique vase.
November 25th: High-flyin' ivy.
November 24th: Ok. I lied. THIS is the last shot, so I could include the flame.
November 23rd: It was so warm and bright today, but rather lacking much inspiration. Still, I like what is left of these backlit leaves, even though the "perfect angle" to shoot seemed to go missing.
November 22nd: Last of the colors in the box. (I promise!)
November 21st: I decided to see how the blue candle would melt down. Not quite as strikingly as the pink ones, I'm afraid, though a monochromatic background does create a rather moody effect.