Despite the fact that the majority of trees in my neighborhood have turned colors and lost their leaves, the maple in my backyard is still hanging on to most of its green color.
There is an old barn in the middle of Governor Dodge State Park. A reminder of a farm that existed years ago on the same land.
On a recent hike at Cherokee Marsh, I came across a view that rivals traditional autumn color scenes.
The prairie grass, back lit by the sun, and moving from the afternoon’s strong breeze, seemed to be dancing in the spot light. Made me wish I had a video camera.