More photos, taken in the early morning, watching the sun come up.
This is my little celebration of the colours of autumn's ending. People carry in their minds vivid pictures of the colour of summer: there's no problem picturing the myriad of greens and blues, of bright children laughing in lakes, gardens abrim with flowers. Autumn is well photographed -- those vivid colours that turn the hills into breathstopping glory. And winter... the cold whites, blues, grays, the dark colours of the evergreens, we can picture those.
It's November, the month that is overlooked and underrated -- CBC even ran a program about how to 'survive November' recently. November has the reputation of being gray and sombre, trapped between the spectacle of autumn and the clean snows of winter.
November is after we've left the lakes, and before we've begun to play with the snow. But November has colour of its own. It's an artist's month. It's when you can see through trees to the bone structure of the land beneath, perhaps the month when we are closest to the grounding granite of the great Canadian Sheild. People know the dabs of colour that come with November -- the bright red poppies of Remembrance Day, the hunter orange clothing.
But we all too often overlook the colours of the month itself. They are softer colours, more like watercolours, and these pictures, taken in the water, I think these pictures show that.