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| While waiting for the gates to be opened, I shot at some stars. |
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| Sure are a lot of lights up there |
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| On the shy side of 40 degrees the ground fog was coating everything with frost |
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| I don't know what the dew point was but when I exhaled while looking through the viewfinder, I fogged the lens and monitor screen big time |
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| As the Sun shown throeugh the frost |
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| Some of the terrain was not great for hiking. |
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| Talking wires. Makes one to ponder the messages sent on these wires. Congratulations you have a Grandson. War has been declared A Peace Treaty was signed with the Axis powers. Even in this age of wireless communication, brass pounding telegraphy and carbon filled microphones still capture a certain aura of magic. It will always be that way until this generation is gone. |
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| The drought has came to the preserve |
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| Fall is just around the next turn |
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| Always a neat place to start the next day of one's life |
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| At times the silence was complete. As the sun rose above the preserve, the noise was like a tide in the ocean, It was like Mother nature would hold her breath and listen. I found myself listening to the leaves falling from the trees. |
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| Lichen |
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| Awesome colors this morning |
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| This 55 gallon drum won't hold 55 gallons anymore. Mother Nature is reclaiming the components of the barrel little by little. |
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| More of Mother Nature's reclamation process. No flossing here. |
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| This looks like some very hot metal was hogged or scored from a wheel bearing. Possibly a hot box on the train that traveled these tracks.When a bearing would seize up on a train axle, the wheel would lock up in some cases and slide on the rail causing a shower of sparks. This was a source of sparks that started many grass fires along the railroads. |
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| Neutra looking for the water |
