It’s another cold, stark day here in southern Vermont.  I don’t know if this photo is all that “beautiful”, to be honest.  It won “beauty of the day” because it matches the day.

I have a friend who loves the starkness, with her favorite month of the year being November.  I tell her, very honestly, that I’m very glad to have her in my life.  If it weren’t for her, I would not be trying to find the beauty in the trees’ shape and the harsh outlines made against the sky.

But she’s right:  there is a certain feeling that this starkness evokes, a certain cleansing…. even if I do find myself more and more impatient to see the green hills again!