Watching the squirrels scurry, ©voyager, all rights reserved
There’s not a trace of snow left in town, but out in the country we saw highlights of white persisting in pockets here and there in the fields. In the forest, the fallen branches and trees were frosted like cupcakes and the leaves on the ground were wet and nearly silent as we padded along. All but a very few leaves are down now and the trees stand like scratchy wire sculptures against a foreboding gray and gloomy sky. Late autumn has arrived and with it has also come the November blahs and blues. Even Jack seemed tinged with ennui today.
That is a mighty scary tree-throw in the background.
Aww, cute! This photo makes me want to pet Jack so much. :)
Gray and gloomy skies really do bring the blahs and blues, don’t they. I’ll try to put together a “November Light” set (as a follow-up to this) to try to cheer you up. The light already looks very different, but it can still be magical every time the sun peeks through the clouds.
The tree-throw is like a six-fingered hand out to grab the serious-looking Jack.
It is a beautiful picture despite all the autumn sadness.
Handsome Jack!