with love and squalor

This January morning.

How beautifully leaves grow old.  How full of light and color are their last days. 
- John Burroughs

Taken with my new Olympus PEN for the PEN Ready Project.

Taken with my new Olympus PEN for the PEN Ready Project.

Unusually creepy in the graveyard this evening.

“The stripped and shapely Maple grieves the ghosts of her departed leaves.”
 - John Updike

Sunrise found me in the White Mountains this morning.  Lucky me.

“My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.” - Robert Frost