Yesterday was like a beautiful child with a wild streak. As you see here, the morning was about as good as a November morning can get – blinkingly clear and sunny, with bright blue skies and mind-clearing (but not painful) wintry breezes.
In the afternoon, however, we got our first snow of the year, albeit only a turbulent, tree bending tantrum that was over before we could discover what provoked it:
After that, the sunlight and clouds fought back and forth to command our visibility until nightfall. Today, at least as I write, it’s beautiful again. So it goes. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 20, 2022.)