#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
November River
“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape -
the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ”
Because on Wednesday leave home early to facilitate my writer's group, our walk is shorter. Today's weather iced me under my skin, into my bones. A few bright surprises glow in the November woods; a fat little leaf is gold-bright-wet on the surface of the brook, the brook is full and will ice soon enough. In the cold autumn woods, I'm appreciating silence – the absence of distraction – walking under the trees going leafless.
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar unless otherwise attributed