
Cold swamp along the Charles River.
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Cold swamp along the Charles River.
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A scene seen while driving, I even turned around to go get it.
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End of day for end of week.
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A drive to Royalston to walk the dog around Doane’s Falls. Well, my wife walked Argus, I was busy.
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The last light at 4:14pm, on the shortest day, of the longest year.
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A view over the town at dusk before the storm. Might look a bit different tomorrow night.
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Sun heading down.
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Fall, as for many, is my favorite season. Normally we make a trip north to hide in the color of it all, but thanks to COVID, and finally being busy after months of a dried-up business, we postponed getting away. We will escape soon, but it will far be past peak foliage. The only thing keeping me from missing my trip too much is the local color has been spectacular. I do believe anything good is a tad more enjoyable this year, but the colors really seem intense. I will miss them when they are gone, for the way things are going, I am afraid of the dreariness that will be the dark winter of 2020.
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The Millstone neighborhood surrounded by color.
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Some color.
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A single cloud.
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A walk around the pond tonight. A frog below and some sky with the drone.
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