As the bracken dies back, the effect of the brown fronds is lovely, don’t you think? This is the time of year when I spend more time in the woods, and on the road. Fewer bugs and no crowds.
Here’s the funny “smoking frog” rock that we always admire when we’re in Audubon’s Maxwell Mays refuge. The “cigar” is sticking out of the left side of his mouth.
In a swampy section of the refuge, dead trees stand out against an intense autumn blue sky.
We drove up to Maine for a weekend. The asters were amazing.
The weather was perfect, so we stopped at this beach for a while.
Our dog wasted no time in going for a nice, long swim.
She also enjoyed the rocks at one of our favorite spots: Kettle Cove.
It was a beautiful weekend. Perfect for a little ramble.
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