From the summertime: unripe blueberries glow pink and purple.

I have returned from a nice little trip to the Pacific Northwest. Unfortunately, it is still fall in New England with all signs pointing to winter. So even those these not fully ripe (or blue) blueberries are from summertime, I thought they were pretty appropriate.

I suppose there is a poetic convergence of the depressed photographer and the dwindling light of the bleaker seasons. I don’t really have any good answers for it save to light some proverbial candles, which is to say, post some photos.