Mary McCloskey

November 29th: sky-gazing at 5 p.m.

The armature of trees

Late afternoon. Against the backdrop of black limbs tinged with small white flakes, the last clutch of ochre leaves flit back and forth in the chilling breeze. Inside, the radiator hums, the dog sleeps atop the pillowed sofa. I snuggle into the polar fleece to watch winter unfolding.

Morning shadows

November: season of mists

I've been pretty much under the weather the last two weeks. I have some advice for everyone: go now to get a shingles shot. You will be doing yourself a huge favor. I was very stupid to be dragging my feet on this. Thought about it every time I went into Walgreens.

Finally feeling like I'm coming out from under. Nothing makes me happier than picking up my camera.