So we’ve made it this far … and what’s not to love about this November in this place?
When dawn comes cold, the frost shines so brightly that winter feels near. But by afternoon, in a sunny spot out of the wind, summer feels close too.
With most of the south-migrating birds long gone, those who remain – whether for a few more weeks or for the whole winter – are even more precious to watch.
And warm afternoons, just before sunset, are a great hour for bird-watching.
In the right time and place, it matters little if no birds appear; the play of light with sky and water is enough.
The light of sunrise is different – cold, you might say, perhaps even harsh.
But minute by minute the frost turns to soft dew and the colours get warm.
Deep in the forest the day is brief – until a momentary breakthrough of sun, just before it dips behind a hill, illuminates the understory.
At top of page: Three November Lights