Oakley, Late November

Oakley, Late November

I have been immeasurably fortunate to live in a place where I can walk out into a landscape of oak trees, beech and elm, some of which have stood for centuries as home for countless insects, birds, and other life forms that grow on and around their reach. 

It is late afternoon as the sun is setting. I look above... or am I above looking down? I see the rust red of leaves, the dark green of branch, and the northern blue of winter approaching...