Here in the middle of December, daylight hours are at a premium. In the summer at 5 p.m. it would feel like the night was young, and now, if I'm not in my pajamas by 5, I start to get cranky. The sunsets, brilliant as they may be, are brief, and then the question of how one can convince themselves to be productive after the last bit of daylight fades away arises.
I don't feel like I can properly color correct my photos in the artificial light, so editing gets delayed. Then as the evening progresses, my ability to string sentences together diminishes. So I'm left with drafting posts (everything but the copy) which then sit and linger as drafts, since the days fly by and before I know it, another week has gone by.
Which is why photos taken the first week of November are just appearing now, and I will continue to tell myself that somehow I will learn how to function through the rest of these short winter days.