Autumn Movement

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind,
and the old things go, not one lasts.

Carl Sandburg

We spent a lovely early fall day at Sully's Hill.
The Man-Cub wanted to use the camera so most of these photos are his...
I showed him how to use the macro setting...
...and he tried it out on this ant...

...some asters...
... some pretty rose hips - tea anyone???
...we took our binoculars and the Man-Cub's bird log - we logged a few birds...
...more macro shots of berries - there were some yellow ones too - don't know where the picture is...
...can you see him???
... can you see him now???
...he crawled up into the sunshine with his friend...
...such an effort it was too...
...success...
...an algae filled pond - I just loved the bright green color of it...
...the Man-Cub was explaining to me the way you tell the difference between a birch and an aspen - the birch is paper white all the way down - but the aspen turns to grey at the bottom of the trunk...
... wild grapes - they smelled wonderful and reminded me of the fox grapes back home...
... viewing the...
...prairie dogs, of course...

We had requested that they build some sort of step for the young ones at the viewing sites and you can see here that they have done - the Man-Cub can now reach the viewer without being hoisted by his Mama - who can barely lift him anymore...
...a slightly crooked cloud...
...the trek up to the top of Sully's Hill...
...a little bit of rain in the distance...
...the trail back down - photos never give a good idea of the scale...

...the Man-Cub's last photo of the day...