Beech leaves are just about my favorite thing about winter. They are like a memory of summer foliage when trees are bare, and fill the woods with glowing light like snow when it’s nothing but brown and bleak.
Today people will head to big retailers and come out of stores with their mass-manufactured stuff hundreds/thousands of dollars poorer and a wasted holiday later. And somehow they really believe they’re the ones that are winning. Buying into the ever-worsening Black Friday hysteria in America is like having a parasite digest you alive while you tell yourself how great it is.
I found beautiful early fall scenes on this day at Taylor’s Island, Maryland, when the first birds were heading south for the winter. And then with just a bit of artistic wizardry, I pretended summer wasn’t fading.