Once again the time spent out and about doing stuff vastly overwhelms the time available to write about it. So what hasn't been written here, but I wish had, includes from Wednesday:

The hike in the mountains with the heelers, looking for elk hunters. Finding only fall foliage (including purple leaves), a lost cow in the trees that the masked heeler discovered and barked at, and the masked heeler finding out that the wet, green stuff wasn't ground, but was instead floating moss on top of the black, smelly gumbo mud that came up to her chin.

Another visit to the rattler den.

A wonderful moonrise over Bradley on the left, and a bright sunset on the right. You should see the sequence of my photos... dim moon, bright yellow sunset, dim moon, yellow sunset...

And from today... (Another opening of an elk season. Two down, two to go. Third's tomorrow in, ohhh, five hours.)

A fairly different sunrise photo.

Taken a block from home. Blade Runner-ish, ain't it?

An explanation as to why we have a judge's heart in our refrigerator. (Really!)

More fall foliage, while has lost so much in just three days. The new barricades along the river that no one told me about. The new tree plantings along the river no one told me about. The at least seven trees that have been poached off public land for firewood, and why I'm concerned in principle, but not in reality (they were dead).

Which brings up the tremendous numbers of limber pines dead and dying from the newly arrived blight or rust. Which the forester predicted a year or so ago was going to be "devastating", and appears to be right on track. I worry about an old friend.

The half-red aspen leaf I noticed swirling in an eddy of the stream I was busy diverting out of the road. For some reason held my attention a lot longer than one little leaf out of thousands should.

And the last, lone blossom of summer, found clinging to the side of a boulder whilst trying to hide from a pair of seeking heelers.