A subtle pop of colour. That’s what November was for me on the whole. We’d gone from Winter in NZ, to Summer in California, and back again.
The images gathered over the past few weeks have been those of a transitory season – and perhaps, mindset. Green waves with a bit of white wash. Delicate and broody.
Delicious taste-sensations. A sweaty glass of whisky that seemed to mirror the tears I cried when Donald Trump won the American election (swearing happened IRL, too)! A tasty, healthy, green concoction.
And… a beachy keen scene.
November, you were a gorgeous gal. December, you’re at bat.