November finally arrayed this morning, wet, gray, stark. My idea of photography is that everything and every season has a beauty of its own, and there was a softness and a light to this morning that stood out for me, especially against the graceful limbs of the apple tree.

There is so much about life that we cannot foresee or control, but we can open our minds to what is beautiful about our world, and that doesn’t have to be sunny or bright, it can just be life itself.