Behind the Digital LensMusings of an Amateur Photographer

7th Nov, 2011 Cold Front

It was a dark and windy night, the wind whistling through the trees, stripping them of the few leaves left clinging after the summer drought; a haunting and eerie night with temperatures falling from an Indian Summer 78 to a dead of night 35.  The moon, in its waxing glory, dances quietly behind swiftly fleeing clouds.  Autumn has descended with great fanfare, late though it has been, but welcome nonetheless.

[Written November 2nd]