Late October in the north woods is a quiet, introspective time. The flames and fire of the autumn woods have burned themselves out, and the bare skeletons of the trees are ready for their annual hibernation. In this brief forest interlude one finds the boldest sunshine of the year. Without the shimmer of myriad leaves to diffuse and scatter the sun's rays, the light is bold, strong, and direct. The low angle from which the light strikes the earth creates a refreshing honesty of forthright illumination.
