November outcome -the remains of orange

So now that i've been cured of November-dread by embracing grey, what will happen to orange, you might think?

Don't worry, it's in good hands

colors of the Ardennes

My quest for beating the November greys brought me to the Ardennes last week, where i feared to see autumn at its most ruthless -but that turns out to be quite pretty



and surprisingly, despite cold and mist, there was still lots of green



the most spectacular forms of green coming from the much loved moss, which was everywhere, from hanging on trees



to just hanging



to taking over entire hills



The house we were staying in was mostly about red





which was very warm and comfortable



But what struck me was that i grew to quite like some of the greys over time







Grey can be very impressive



Maybe i'll concentrate next month on December's contrasts and focus on black and white, for maybe the cure for grey is to love it -the lovely part in this picture i think is the grey mist

November cure III: finding orange

When skies are this grey around sundown



you have to look down the tree



on the ground to find the remains of orange



So orange seems to go descent around this time of year, but into what? The ground, a very deep lake, madness/depression? Mysterious color, orange.

November cure part II

So i'm shooting orange



by orange light



to combat November dreariness, when all of a sudden, we get 10 minutes of lovely light



There's no better cure than not needing the cure.

November cure

Screw November, i'm gonna o.d. on orange

November waits

Undoubtedly, there's beauty to November. The ever increasing contrast, for example, between the stripped wet branches and increasingly cold grey sky, can be quite startling, and as such quite pretty. But god does this weather suck, and man, does the constant grey affect my mood. It's time for either snow or sun, not this, what they call in Shadowland, 'waiting room of a world'.

light on crystal

My friend Maria finds crystals. I find that almost as wondrous as the crystals themselves.

set fire to the third bar