Dear November Light,
I am going to come right out and say it: this is a love letter.
These past few mornings you have—calmly, quietly—helped open my heart in new ways.
The way you pierced a dark cloud bank this morning, suffusing a wide horizon with rust and gold, and afterward cast a glow on almost-winter trees: these were surely something to see.
Later, when you came from higher in the sky, with great purity and clarity you allowed each object or shape you touched--bare tamarack, tall steeple, slow gray river--to simply be itself. Such clear and powerful revelation…
At this point words begin to fail me. I think it’s best that I take myself outside now and into you.
Please know that I will hold steadfastly to your gifts when December’s thinner light gives way to those shadows you hold, for now, at bay.
Regards,
Kevin Macneil Brown
Photographs by Kevin Macneil Brown, November 2014.
