A gray, wet mid-November morning. Not enough light to make photographs, at least without a tripod and slow shutter speeds. Even then, the light is flat.
I woke to one of my favorite images, best seen in this kind of light: two of the trees in the backyard, their branches jet black against a gray sky and little else except a few birds whisking in on the wind for a brief stop. The two, a Boxelder Maple (Acer negundo) and a Sugar Maple (Acer saccharum), have such different structures and profiles, both so satisfying to have seen over these thirty-five years we’ve lived here.
In their own this is not a great photograph, but it is an inspiration and a reminder to me to always see and learn, even on a dark morning. And, of course, to enjoy!