But I still got some interesting photos to post!
A field of dried weeds, on a cloudy fall evening.
A closeup of a wet barbed wire fence. Old and rusty but still hanging on. I'm feeling more like that myself some days.
Some black and white drama! The railroad bridge across the Missouri river in fall. In the summer this place is a beehive of activity with lots of boaters, people fishing, cyclists and walkers along the trails, you name it. As it gets colder, that pretty much ends except for a few hardy souls on the trail.
The fall season changes to winter too quickly here farther north. And the winters are definitely too long and cold. I'm used to milder winter weather for sure.