Little Blake Lake

The big freeze hasn't arrived at Little Blake yet, but fall has. Sunday's weather was the key: wind from the northwest; dark low clouds alternating with bright sun. Lawns turned brown by fallen pine needles and leaves. Boats, boat lifts, and docks coming out of the water. I raked and took in the dock's decking, cut down some dead trees and read. It was thoroughly enjoyable -- as usual.

I went looking for things to photograph and ended up looking at small, mundane things this time.

Henny's uncle's license plate.


Yard 'shrooms (are they Todd's creations?)


Sidetrack's reference section


Skip's stored chairs