Fall

Fall

This weekend we were back up north, helping Maggie's folks close 

up the cabin for winter.

Sitting at the breakfast table and looking out the window toward the 

lake, we were reminded that "fall" is a verb. The trees were making 

quick business of shedding their leaves - whole stems of black ash 

were coming down in clumps.

The maples at least had the decency to let go of their leaves one at a 

time (albeit in rapid succession). They flitted in circles, catching an 

occasional updraft, but never really questioning their final resting place.

~ Hal

Up North at the Cabin

Up North at the Cabin

We headed up to Maggie's parent's cabin this Labor Day weekend. 

Beverley and Decker were there to greet us as we rolled in late 

Friday night.

The weather was absolutely perfect. We played some badminton, 

ate walleye, did a few chores, burned the brush pile, walked the 

dogs, talked, and read a lot.

All around were hints of autumn. On our Sunday morning run, 

Maggie and I noticed these ferns. I went back the next morning 

and found them again.

~ Hal

The End of Autumn

The End of Autumn

Today is the first real day of my photo journal project. It seems like a bleak time of year to start taking photos, the glory of autumn is past, although there is still a touch of color to be found.

I had my eye on a few remnants in the garden over the weekend and on Sunday I stepped out the back door to take a closer look.

~ Hal