It's been such an odd start to winter. Very warm and almost no snow. And a wicked wind. The world is in that drab in-between state with the vegetation dead but no white snow.
I am grateful to be able to look back at my autumn photos and immerse myself in processing them. It was a brilliant leaf season. The colors were glorious just outside the house. At sunrise, the reds in the grass complemented the golden leaves.
When I walked just a short distance into a meadow, the colors looking toward the house awed me.
While I was out there, I turned to look in the other direction, and it was glorious too!
I hope that we get snow soon. In the meantime, I'll be at my computer looking at my photos of autumn.