A Frosty October Morning
There’s a chill in the air—and I’m not just talking about my cold, dead, American voter’s soul. It’s time to haul in some firewood and tweak the thermostat. The light is low and lovely. There’s too little of it. But while the Sun is shining and casting long shadows, and the ground is steaming, I must brave the chill and capture the world outside.
Here are some quick photos I took this morning while wearing a cardigan and feverishly rubbing my hands together. I will find the beauty in all weather—or be mildly uncomfortable trying.
