before the Thanksgiving holiday — a favorite of mine — a few pix

the clouds and brightness of early november

 

to burn/shred. but first, a nap.

  headin’ for the highway

snow in the hills of mid-november

when we’re excited little birds

around the feeder

the cat’s indifferent

or just furious

it seems that he’s never neither

(from "Thugs" by the Tragically Hip)

chickadee at the feeder, 6 feet from where I type this