Thanksgiving is a fixed calendar date. As it approaches, I wonder if the trees will be showing their best or not. Will it have rained and the glory of the autumn colours be past? Will the sun be shining for the weekend? We travel to my wife’s family cottage for the long weekend. I always take my camera. No matter what the weather or the condition of the colours, there is a picture. Pictures aren’t just the perfect reds and gold backed by crisp, blue sky. And another thought. None of these pictures would exist, if I hadn’t gone for a walk with my camera. What if I had stayed in by the fire. Life is short. There is much to do. Much to be thankful for.