I’m not fond of November, a gray, wet and cold month of transition. But I don’t really mind the winter, which I often find beautiful and spare.

The winter pasture is one of my favorite photographic subjects, and this shot caught for me, the feeling of the sun peeking over the hill in this suddenly arctic landscape.

I’m still feeling a bit wobbly, but I have to go see a doctor in Saratoga, no getting around it. Maria suggests I skip Bingo tonight, we’ll see. Resting might be a good idea, I’m just not good at it.