The colours are out in force. A hard frost and the leaves will lose their brilliance. We roamed the backroads and valley bottom. Past herons on the river, fishing lakes between trees and into the snow on the mountains.
It is a good time of year. Lisa and I tried to do a selfie but that didn’t work out. Willow chased chipmunks, but caught nothing.
Can anybody see a face?
All we could do was stop here and there and wonder back and forth.
We passed the camera back and forth. That’s good enough for us. Very fine day.
Always count your ridges.