Black-eyed Susans hang on into late October.
Back on Thursday.

Black-eyed Susans hang on into late October.
Back on Thursday.

A combine cuts the first swathe through a soybean field. The last swathe may be done before I see the field tomorrow morning.
Back on Thursday.

Fitzy, fur shining, on a sunny late autumn day.

A field of new winter wheat, bounded by a cedar hedge, adds fresh contrast to the yellows, reds, greys, and browns of late fall.

Today’s dawn was a marvellously serene prelude to a great day. It’s good to be alive and to experience the turn of the seasons.

Sumac, ablaze in fall finery

Falls’ palette has begun its artistry. Brushing this bush is only one of many artworks to come.

I looked down and saw this beautiful sight.

Migratory birds are on the move here. Robins are no linger tut-tutting, killdeer are scarce, have not seen or heard orioles and grosbeaks for a while.
On a recent grey and gloomy day, during an outing that took me to the north shore of Lake Erie, I saw this group of Turkey vultures on the move, headed west along the lake shore to the nearest way around the lake instead of over it. Such graceful birds.

Achilles is ready for autumn.
