November arrived. It’s wet, cold and raw. There have been snow showers for two days. The geese have passed through. Only a dozen stragglers spent last night on the pond. A week ago we had a couple hundred each day.
Between snow showers, blue sky peeked through the clouds and the western sun lit the treetops on the edge of the pond; a gorgeous contrast to the gray days.
(I’m still trying to understand why the photos within the post aren’t sharp. If you tap on them, they enlarge and are in focus. Very frustrating.)