|dogwood fruit, wild apples, yarn, pumpkin|
Today I went for a drive to my favorite stretch of local road
and took a few photos of the changing landscape.
The wind crackled through the drying corn
and set the goldenrod tops dancing.
What appeared to be a golden eagle hunted over the field.
I admit it's early to see these majestic birds migrating,
but the size, level wing span, golden head
and lack of white had me convinced.
The photos aren't the best, the bird was quite high up.
(I cropped them down to the last point of focus.)
You can see the bird as a dark spot in the upper right corner of the first photo.
Back home to an afternoon with a new knitting project
and a bowl of vegetable soup for dinner.