So far NY has said nix to frost so the tomatoes, blessem, are still growing. Not tasty anymore but as beautiful as any well-cared for parkinglot (have you seen A Serious Man?). Pictured here is a white yellow variety that in the flanken of summer was as delicious as the true fruit each of us was promised upon Edenic arrival, and behind it a little "sweet million" cherry tomato.
Above please fine the moon tonight enmeshed in branches and seen from behind tree jewelry.
Did you see Dexter? It was good. Scary.