Wickapecko Road, Ocean Twp. November 28, 2014. By Paul Goldfinger ©
In Charles Pierre’s poem here on Blogfinger (“Toward Winter”) we see him facing the bleakness of December as if the cold might devour him. I can sympathize with that idea after what most Grovers experienced last winter with the unremitting freeze that wouldn’t let up.
But today, while seeking an image to complement Charles’ poem, I found something in a scene of late autumn which , despite the preliminary decay all about, revealed an element of hope in the white church with a wreath on the door. —–Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger
JAMES TAYLOR with “Mon Beau Sapin.”