It's turned cool, and damp; misty rain at times, and the air has an eerie quality to it. Things seem to shimmer and glow. The few bright spots of colour left are startling, but the palate is changing to the muted tones of November. The earths' bones are becoming vivid as she sheds her fall plumage.
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| at the pond, the dock reflecting the bare trees, 2014 |
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| patterns of pine needles in the water, 2014 |
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| one last bright maple leaf, 2014 |
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| love the tapestry the needles make, 2014 |
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| gleaming water with reflections, 2014 |
