We’ve been waiting for traffic lights at the entrance to our parking lot, now let’s see how the pattern works out. At least cars should stop when we are in the crosswalk now.

After running Duncan through his mornign routine, I sat down to breakfast and the morning news. A few minutes in a crack from down the road rattled through and we went dark. I stepped outside to see how the yard was fairing, and did a little walk on campus when I got there.

By evening, the air was crisp and light was just stunning.

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.