for I am mad with 

   devouring ecstasy to make joyous hymns for the whole earth. 

Walt Whitman, Excelsior

 Today I walked and took a lot of photographs.

The visual chaos of spring and summer fall away revealing the skeleton that all that lush overabundance is hung upon.

Every bit of color stands out against the bones in the slant sunlight.

It is November that best of middle months when you can see the winter stretching around the edges just out of the scene ready to enter preceded by its chill foretelling.

Let the ritual scraping of the windshields begin and the crunching of morning lawns.