It seems like we have always photographed Western Meadowlarks in spring and early summer but never in autumn so seeing a few hanging out on fence posts one afternoon singing away was a treat especially in their fall plumage.
Older than I and far much wiser this old spruce hunkers down for another evening.
Sometimes words add little.
This little dragonfly seemed as small and ethereal as the air in which they flew. I am not sure the exact species of Dragonfly but this one was one of the smallest I have seen this year. Perhaps a juvenile?
They were hovering about then occasionally landing on the fall grasses out in a field where we take a walk. This one had what looked to be eggs attached to their body. Do Dragonflies or Damselflies do that?
Barely as long as a few grains on the grass.
While we have skated by this fall with warmer and drier weather something about this morning brought a certain feeling that our luck is about to run out.