Monday, November 16, 2009
Looking for Color
More and more trees are bare, but a few clutch remaining foliage. A patch of cherry orchard gold glows against leafless dark woods near our home, holding winter at bay.
In Northport this morning, wrinkled crabapples against a bright blue sky sounded another colorful note.
At day's end, the sky over Lake Michigan was subtle, and as darkness fell I turned to the magic words of James Joyce to color my evening.