Fall of 2009: Swirling Still

Hundreds of them.

I waded through a few hundred more today and yet, even on Halloween, there is still color in the slide tray.

Breath taking.

It's like every time I left the house I just mashed the shutter button.

Even until late october.

Even as the north atlantic wench drug grey misery over the place.

Even as winter stood at the doorstep.

It was beautiful.

I could write a book without words and people would get it.