The sun has not shown brightly much this month. The other day it warmed my wind chilled face. And that evening its paint was splattered across the brilliant sky. The air was very cold, in fact in the upper 30’s. I ran outside into the street in front of my house, took a few shots and ran back in. There was no setting up a tripod or staring across the vast openess of that evening inhaling the mystery of the approaching night.