At The Bottom of Autumn.

This morning, after a hard freeze, the leaves dropped like flies and the flies dropped like leaves. I have been sleeping in the unheated cabin I am building in middle Minnesota, and I am thinking about wrapping it up for the season. I am hardened to the cold but my balls can only shrivel so much before I yield.

It has been a wet autumn here. Record wet. The sun is a rare thing, but I got a couple of good shots of the colors of my favorite trees around my new yard.

Thanks for reading.