Old Autumn

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

~ Thomas Hood

Every now and then, I have a few photos which kind of get lost on my hard drive. Time goes by, seasons change and before I know it some images are left behind and are in need of rescuing if they're ever going to see the light of day - or the pages of my blog. It just so happens - like in the previous post (and quite possibly the next),  the following images are among those stragglers. These are from October. I hope you enjoy them.


I know this looks like the dead of winter but I assure you that the water is completely liquid. It just appears icy because of the lovely fog surrounding the area across the bay. Every day, there's a new view outside our window. Fog offers some of the most interesting, evolving landscapes around here.






My older son and I took a drive north to Barry's Bay during one of his visits. Autumn was still doing her thing in the hills.






But she wasn't going to be able to hang onto her fiery colours once the wind picked up.






Here's a view as seen by boat. The seagulls seemed to be occupied with a meeting of sorts, and congregated on the roof of this boathouse.






Another boat tour allowed us a colourful look at Blueberry Island as the sun was beginning to set. As you can see, we weren't the only ones out there enjoying this day.







On another day, both of my boys were up for a visit. We snapped this photo atop Eagle's Nest, overlooking the town of Bancroft.






This Black-eyed Susan was one of our last holdouts from summer. It glistened in late day sunlight after a rain.






And where there's rain and sun, there's often a rainbow (different day than the one in the previous post). This day didn't disappoint.






And neither did the setting sun.