Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Those that fix their eager eyes

These photographs were taken on October 25th, enjoying the autumn colors.

This morning there was a little bit of snow on the road, and thus it was less dark than it has been for some while. Also, the snow muted the noise from the studded winter tires, except in places where they had put salt on the road and the snow had melted.

(Posting title is from the poem Lines written under the conviction that it is not wise to read Mathematics in November after one’s fire is out by James Clerk Maxwell.)

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