"Yea, all which it inherit - shall dissolve, and like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on - and our little life is rounded with a sleep." Tempest Act 4 William Shakespeare

Monday, November 3, 2014

LEAVES ON THE WATER


Hail hail November. In previous posts, I've talked about how much I love the light in November. Well, it's here. Sorta. Not quite. I'm just going to wait and watch and let the light de-chlorophyllate.
Is de-chlorophyllate a word? It sounds exactly what I'm trying to say about the November colors so I'll go with it. Hey, if Mr. Sammy Beckett can make up words....

A couple more portrait sessions coming up this month.

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