November Light is a special kind of light. I believe that light is the way God speaks to me, and also reminds me that there is much that is glorious in the world, no matter that life is fragile, unpredictable and sometimes sad. Since I have become a photographer, I have become so remarkably sensitive to light, always aware of where it is and what it does. It is my religion, really.  November light is different than October Light, different than December Light.

November light is fragile, white and pale, when it appears. It is soft, and it caresses, rather than illuminates. I’ve learned to keep the dogs near me, and if I watch them, the sun will always find them, because every dog is a sun worshipper. Every dog – and cat and donkey – knows where the sun is and when it will come, especially when it gets cold.