This morning I ran with Pepper, our moving presence in the forest startling a ruffed grouse into whirring flight and two white-tailed deer into graceful bounds. The puddles from the past week’s rain remained, although shrunken since yesterday, when I photographed reflections in one of the larger pools.
Drizzle yielded to sunshine during the morning, and the wind, which had opened the day as a rambunctious character batting at leaves, built into a southwest blast that tore laundry from our clothesline and shoved the smells of autumn in our faces. Vilis cleared trails on our land. Still buoyed by the beauties of autumn I enjoyed yesterday afternoon, I cleaned house. We both drank in huge breaths of that autumn air. Today’s photos present the historic Balmoral Grist Mill enwrapped by the beauties of autumn.