|Two berries. I don't know what they are. There were no others for comparison.|
|Dried weeds against an old fence|
|We sat on a bench by the path to rest Laurie's back. I entertained myself taking partial photos of the tree right in front of us, to build a composite once I got home. An alder, still carrying a few old leaves and its mature cones.|
|Unusually-shaped branches and buds. I don't know what this is. There were three in a row, as if planted.|
|Zooming in on those stubby finger-like branches. And two dead leaves.|
|A rotting log, with orange fungus. I didn't even see the spider until I got home. Can you find her and her web?|
|Just a dead branch. I was intrigued by the pattern of the thick bark. The whole branch is about 6 inches across at the widest point.|
I moved to the far side of this branch, to get a photo with the sun on it, although the bark was rather bashed and broken.
|Laurie sees a face here; a fish, he says. I see a skinny moose who's lost his rack. He's very sad about it.|
|Grasses protected from the winds by a tall fence.|
|Teasels against the sky.|
And they're promising us snow for the morning! A few hours of whiteness, until the rain starts again. Back to grey.