Hallowe’en, When Fall Meets Winter

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Frost on Dock

Frost on the Dock

Hallowe'en Hills

Hallowe’en Hills

Hallowe'en Sunrise

Sun’s Up on Hallowe’en


First Frost 15

The trail crunched under my boots. The maples, in particular, are shedding their amber, garnet, and topaz leaves. Occasionally the sun slid out to highlight the night’s gift–the first crystals of fall. Frosted, marsh grasses and shrubs glistened, a beautiful reminder of winter’s approach.

Frosted Grass

First Marsh Frost.1

Nothing like a cone…of pollen

Beauty and the Bee

Beauty and the Bee

Pollen Dusted Wings

Pollen Dusted Wings

Fly-by on Cone Flower

Fly-by on Cone Flower

Nature’s Mischief… No Foolin’

Outline of hope Witch Hazel Surprised

Sunshine On My Shoulder (Wing Patches) Makes Me Happy

Widow Skimmer warms in morning sun.

The morning’s light builds heat in the goldenrod field, a thicket of last year’s woody stems and this year’s giant St. John’s wort, morning glory, and lanced leaf goldenrod flowers.  A Widow Skimmer extends his wings, warming his night-chilled blood.  Soon he will bob and weave his way onward.