Autumn: The dying light

A personal rite of autumn, always undertaken in late November, is a wander through the open space of the Rio Grande bosque. I am drawn to the scent of decomposing leaves, the squawk of passing cranes, the subtle touch of chill in the air as the sun recedes to the western horizon. "Media vita in morte sumus."

Looking down

Feeling darker than usual these days. Autumn is creeping towards winter. Daylight doesn't last long. Clouds gather on the horizon. What to do? I went for a walk, mostly with my head down. This is some of what I found.