The Beauty of November

Here are some photos I took this morning while walking through the woods that lead into Mont Royal Cemetery in Montreal.

“With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought ” (John Keats Ode On a Grecian Urn)

«Beauty is truth, truth beauty,»- that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.