Winter is creeping down the mountains toward us and the bright sunny days signal colder temperatures.
The sun is sinking lower and lower in the afternoon sky, fading into deep dusk by 4:30 pm.
Overnight, fog coats branches and leaves with a glittering rime of frost...
...which brings out the delicate lacy textures of the different plants.
My camera was not able to capture the astounding rich red I saw along side the logging road.
'Winter is coming', as goes the motto of House Stark.
