Nearing the end of November, and the beginning of December.

We had some snow on Sunday and Monday evening, so that the trees had that magical winter-look, the evergreen branches gobbed with gentle coverings of white.  There was no or little wind, so even with the cool fresh temperatures, it felt still, peaceful and cozy (if you were properly dressed).

On Tuesday morning, I drove my car to Rusty's for an oil change, and leaving the car there, I went for a short walk along the ravines and marsh that exists by that portion of Hwy. 35.  Across from the Hwy. 35 turn-off to Kinmount, there is what I have always thought to be a beautiful wetland area, one that I hope to paint someday.  Visiting the site on foot, I took the following two photographs.

The first I thought was beautiful because the  log and its branches reminded me of antlers.  The wood was dead, but its beauty endured, breathing and alive, as driftwood.

The second photograph, below, was a more general one that captured the feel.  I felt as if I could have sat down in a lawn chair and just be content to stare at the "Peace".