today was a day borrowed from october, but the light was all wrong, thin and fragile and warning of the weather to come. i'm thinking about the changes in light and in texture as autumn slides into winter. and thinking about wood stoves and wood gathering and cutting down my hefty fireplace wood to fit into my tiny jotul stove.
on the way to work the fields are all in umbers and ochres and pale, pale yellow, the dogwood is red against the deer trimmed hedgerows. it's amazing how many geese can fill a field, or arrow across the sky.
the human element is sometimes quite astonishing. a chained sign sits on a road corner, in the middle of nowhere.