Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Into The Mist Of November

The mist and rains began the same day the Sisters left after a perfect week. They haven't stopped since. It hasn't been very cool, but it has been very wet. November and rearranged time arrived in a mist.



























The leftovers of autumn are all that remain.



























The blue pot bamboo bottle tree gets more attention in the barren time. It's bone structure stands out.



























Mist washes over the mountain first in one direction, before switching after the passage.





















I drove south into the mist of November for my cousin's funeral. There is no way of knowing what time it really is for me.


5 comments:

Sallysmom said...

You sound a little melancholy. Try to remember the happy and not the sad

Lisa Greenbow said...

It has been foggy here almost daily. The Witch of November has been around.

Lola said...

Don't loose hope. All will be better later. The 26th of this month is coming too soon for me.

C. C. said...

That last photo is breathtaking.

Christopher C. NC said...

All is well. This time of year right after my mom leaves always gets to me. Adding in a dead cousin didn't help.

CC I liked that picture enough to get it printed and framed.