Having put the first load of laundry in the washing machine, I was about to start my morning exercises a week ago Saturday when I happened to look out the window. From our place we can usually see a sliver of Rock Pond. But Rock Pond was not visible. What was visible was a great cloud of mist. Okay, forget the laundry, forget the exercises, grab the camera. The mist had diminished quite a bit by the time I got there, but there was enough to make an interesting photograph. And oh why go back home now that I was out with the camera and the sun was shining so nicely. Might as well see what else the neighborhood had to offer; laundry and exercise could wait. The second and third photographs in this post are from an afternoon foray of a few days earlier. All the rest are from that Saturday of mist and frost and sunshine.
2 Lingering leaves on baby cottonwood trees could almost be taken for flowers.
Update of November 7, 2022: Found this in my email inbox this morning: “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. -Albert Camus, writer and philosopher (7 Nov 1913-1960).”
4 Rock Pond in mist
5 The mist was thicker on Island Pond.
6 Island Pond in mist
7 As elsewhere, the colors had changed at Island Pond. This spot had a different look in mid-October.
8 All along my walk, frost had touched fallen leaves.
9 The frost and sun also played with my favorite patch of grass.