November. It looks like we made it. Thank God. Since August, I’ve been to the doctor or the lab or the radiologist no less than
Carried Away Waiting for the carriage The Pumpkin Coach of Nod to the land that’s ever sleeping the Spring in its facade in cloaks
Some of my favorite fall foliage pictures from years gone by.
The ragged edge of sleep, Oh how it taunts, And in the waking hours dares to haunt the soul Of hunters graceless in their gait
It is the Eve of All Saints. Beware your steps, tread lightly between the darkness and the break of day, first, do no harm, that
The City, the weather turning now. The Harvest Moons rising high against the edge of the water. Boats rocking against the piers. Tankers and cargo