We’ve historically traveled fairly far afield of home in search of fall beauty. We head for the drumlins in Antrim county, or the bridges stretching across the Manistee River closer to its mouth, or we just try to find something new. And I’m not writing any of that off – it’s all lovely. But this year, we’ve looked closer to home. (The trip to the U.P. doesn’t count – it was just a fun trip, not a fall color tour 😉 )
Just across the road, and in my backyard
Deliberately trying to do less driving (again, the U.P. doesn’t count!) means we’ve been appreciating what’s near more. Finding new little places, rediscovering old ones is good for the heart – a good reminder in its way that the grass isn’t always greener somewhere else.
Trees, barn, hillside all a stone’s throw southeast
This hillside is definitely greener – and it’s on this side.
Autumn’s brilliance is the season finale preceding a long, dark winter. It’s certainly not all dreary, but looking at it from this side through seemingly endless days of hail and rain, it can seem that way.
View overlooking Skegemog and Elk Lakes, a couple miles south
Luckily, after the bright colors wave their goodbyes, we’ll have other things to light the end of the tunnel.
Enjoying the reflections at Rugg Pond, waiting for the moonrise