Mags, over at Fraise Lachrymose, has asked her blogging friends if they'll agree to post each day in November. Why? I have not a clue, except it's become a sweet tradition each November in her corner of blogland. And why not? So I shall.
These photos are from a brief walk I took a few days ago, when the light was just right.
This tree seems to me to be striking a pose. Yes? A dance pose. Her sweeping skirt, her fingers tipped with castanets.
I feel that God said to her when she was young, "Now choose a pose, dear. You can't dance around and move here on this earth, as you will be able to later, when I've remade you. So choose a pose you like. You'll be holding it for a few hundred years."
I don't know whether this tree is ill, or does this naturally. The inside of the tree is brown, and only the outer tips are green.
And although I do love sweater weather, it's rather nice to take a fall walk wearing these: