Something about rainy morning light and a beacon of … grease.

Two oak trees out front of different varieties, turning in different tones.

Seems like a lot of work to trim this way, but okay …

Time to clean up out back, put things in order for the winter. (Such as it is here.)

Was out looking at roads, trying to string together the last third of our next road rally. An interesting squiggle was promising, then went unpaved. Then became a dumping ground, then this.

On the way home, the light broke nicely over a construction sight. Pennance, perhaps.

A man after my own heart – a board and an emergency back-up board.

I owned three Audis (and a Volkswagen), some of my favorite cars to drive. Solid, secure, Germanic to a fault. But eventually they reach the end of their usefulness, repairable but at a significant cost.

Another one has run its last mile, it seems.