Along The Cold River.

So this morning I headed out before sunrise, not expecting to catch a glorious dawn, but rather to get some fall colors without the direct light of the sun on them.

I needn’t have rushed; as soon as I left the driveway it began to rain, the wind picked up and I considered turning around – but hey, what else was I going to do at this time of day?

So I went up the valley through blowing mists to see what I could see (kinda like the bear going over the mountain!)  And this is what I saw, through repeated moppings of the lens.

The Cold river from the Black Brook bridge:

Sorry ’bout the uniformly gray skies here, but it was what it was.

A closer look at the river:

A little farther down river, at the State Forest campground, the trails were deserted:

A picnic area seemed to have gone to sleep for the season…

…with only me and the moss there to enjoy the silence:

Those last two were courtesy of Elliot, one for perspective and one for an attempt at foreground/background focusing.  Given the low light level, I thought the result was satisfactory (with room for improvement.)

Then it was back to the farm for a late breakfast by the wood-stove, two of the simple pleasures of the season.

Have a nice weekend.  🙂