Warm, delicate hues: the lingering or half-remembered warmth of summer past. I bow to the master of chiaroscuro.
Thank you, Hoosier Honyock.Looking out the window this morning, I doubt I will be taking many more leaf pictures this year. All but a few limbs naked and grey, whispers and rustles hushed, the wind's voice hardened to winter.
Warm, delicate hues: the lingering or half-remembered warmth of summer past. I bow to the master of chiaroscuro.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hoosier Honyock.
DeleteLooking out the window this morning, I doubt I will be taking many more leaf pictures this year. All but a few limbs naked and grey, whispers and rustles hushed, the wind's voice hardened to winter.