November...The word itself conjures up the feelings of home and warmth, friends and family. It also conjures snow, wind and rosy cheeks. Always good fodder for the artist.

The dry skeletal leaves have now been truly stripped from the trees, as they rustle in a race down the street. The air is brisk with the promise of a deeper cold and hoarfrost is an inevitability in the next few weeks. Nature's grand design paints the windows with fantasitcal shapes and our sun seems so far away. This is November to me.