Every since I became a photographer, I acknowledge my lifelong worship of color. Color is holy to me, a stirring affirmation of life, and a central element in my pictures. This week November, the grimmest month where I live has arrived, and sun and color have vanished. I suffer when color goes away, and so does my photography. Color worshippers suffer when the world turns gray, and I browse back through my photo libraries for something to restore my soul. I find a photo of an Iris that did it for me, and I hope it does it for you.