Day three hundred and twenty-nine: Late November in Minnesota can be so delightfully melancholy, especially when it hasn’t yet snowed. Bare trees, the last rake-missed leaves scattered and rustling beneath a low, overcast sky. Honking geese have left behind cawing black crows. Damp grays and browns settle and wait to be cloaked in a sparkling blanket of cold white. Today’s study, made on the iPad with my fingers, attempts to capture a bit of this mood, and includes elements I observed on an afternoon walk, one day after Thanksgiving.
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