Shining Light on the Prairie – The Cusp of November

 

Opportunity coincided with unseasonably fine weather so last week, we went walking.

 

First toward the west-southwest, where at a natural museum autumnal life hadn't yet rolled over completely cold.

 

Indeed, in places it proved remarkably resilient.

 

That's what happens when life is closely tended with love & money while accumulated knowledge is plowed back into it, season after season after season.

 

On our walk through the natural museum we met old an old man, hanging tough.

 

And babies, preparing to.

 

Soft light streamed through oaken woods.

 

 

The forest floor collected and held moisture from the night before, the first real rain in a month.

Barely a breeze stirred.

October drew fast to a close. Sensing a last chance, we headed north to an oasis of more or less original life, hemmed in by a vast artificial desert.

 

Not at all like a museum of curated sights intended to attract paying customers.

Rather, a tiny preserve of savanna and recently resurgent grass.

 

 

That day on the treasured sliver of natural world, all light led straight on to winter.