Morning Light

I just returned from a short trip to Door County, the peninsula bordered by Green Bay on the west and Lake Michigan on the east. Once or twice a year I drive north two hundred miles to take an art class, visit my aunt, or just enjoy how beautiful Wisconsin is in each different season. The weather turned this weekend, no longer hot and summery, but cool and windy, coming close to downright cold. I brought summer clothing in my bag, and ended up buying a touristy sweatshirt just to stay warm enough to take walks. The house I was staying in is on a dead end country road, so it was quiet, and in the early morning and dusk deer came out to feed. I could see turkeys in flocks of two dozen or more strutting through the field by the road. The sugar maples responded to the chilly nights and sunny days by starting to change from green to yellow and red, though they haven't begun to fall. The farm stands are selling mums, apples and pumpkins, and most of the sunflowers are nothing more than seed feeders for the birds

One of the things I enjoy about September is the quality of light, especially in the morning and evening. I wandered around the house and into the yard and took some pictures, camera in one hand, coffee cup in the other. Let there be light!