Last month

Today a few pictures taken last month around the house where I live full time now in central PA, rudely woken up recently by a scandal of good people doing wrong.

Trees separate what is mine from yours --- it's been that way for a long time --- a farmer makes a living, while I take note.

This time of year the farm fields look like made-up beds with flannel sheets, ready for winter, hoping for mild, but knowing better. 

A creek meanders through land shaped like a human body, no longer entirely innocent.

Our house is a very very fine plain looking house, with deer in the back and an occasional hunter looking for a spot to park his pick-up.

Reflections in the pond. What looks like lines are electrical wires. As elsewhere, the landscape is cluttered with the reminder that we love seeing progress even if it is a century old. Yes, we do have telephones and cook on electric stoves, but high speed broadband is mainly for city dwellers and people living in other countries.

  

The creek on our property has not run dry for a few years now; a government sponsored attempt to create more wetland is being supported by the property owners and by nature's wrath.

We did get a very early snow that is gone now, but we do often wake up to a frosty morning like this one, although the chestnut leaves have finally thrown in the towel.