I have long considered the creative impulse to be a visit-a thing of grace perhaps. Not commanded, owned, so much as awaited, prepared for. A thing, also, of mystery.
Loreena McKennitt

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Thursday, November 19, 2015

photos from a bright November afternoon


The colors are changing to winter tones down around the pond.
Last year's cattails look like my hair on a bad day.
A few years ago, I watched chickadees ferry fluff back and forth 
from a head like this to their nest for about half an hour.
I hope these stay upright until spring nest making time.

This vertical maple leaf caught my eye.
I was able to capture the stained glass effect 
 just before the wind carried it away.