Took one of my regular walks this week, which usually goes for about a mile areound some cornfields nad farm roads. Came across this little friend about mid-way through.
The harvest has been completed and the temperatures drop overnight to reveal some vibrant colors in the valley.
When the sun starts setting and the winds die down, the magic starts happening.
The sound of birds returning to their nests before dark fill the air, and colors in the sky take over for a brief show.
It's a small town, and I don't run in to very many people, so I find peace in the quiet stillness that fills my surroundings, and tommorow, I get to do it all over again.



















































