Winter's Exhalation

Winter's Exhalation

For the past week the warming temperatures and melting snow have resulted in a string of beautifully foggy mornings.  Their eerie nature drew me to Foster Cemetery, one of the lonely, lovely spots hidden around town.

I found myself high on the hill above the Kinnickinnic River, sitting with my back turned to the old settler’s grave stones.  I listened to geese flying through the gray soup.  Every now and then a pair would emerge from the fog of winter’s final breath, only to disappear again a moment later, headed downstream.

~ Hal

Autumn Breezes

Autumn Breezes

Things dried up nicely this weekend, it was a good time to 

get fall chores done. With the sun out, the trees really started 

to hit their peak.

On Sunday my dog Stella and I went walking in the woods 

again. The thing I noticed most was the sound of the wind in 

the tree-tops. The breezes were pretty strong and the leaf 

action up high made a wonderful sound.

I remembered this spot on the hill where the tallest aspens grow. 

I was thinking it would be cool to look up at them and listen for 

a few minutes from the relative calm of the forest floor. Once I 

got there, this was the view that caught my eye.

~ Hal