a stroll around Bradley Lake

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I’d have thought, after this past weekend, there wouldn’t be much in the way of leaves left.  I was wrong.  In spite of 40 mph winds and over three inches of rain, the bigleaf maples were still bright schoolbus yellow against the scudding clouds this afternoon.

Bright reflection off of the still water.

Along the trail behind the lake.

There’s a reason they call them *big*leaf maples.

Geese! Flying across the still water.

It was chilly, and it was damp, but it was a beautiful afternoon.

 

Mirrored from M.M. Justus -- adventures in the supernatural Old West.