I never know what a short walk will yield. On Friday I had a free hour and decided to visit the pond up the street. It is set way back down a nearly overgrown trail and is part of a beaver dam pond and an old sawmill dam, giving it 2 levels of water. Sometimes it is full up to the edges, this year with the lack of summer and fall rains it is much lower.


It was mainly quiet at the pond, but in the near distance I could hear a lot being cleared for another house.


The last of the fall grasses seemed to have been combed neatly by an unseen hand.


The view from the sawmill dam.


There at the side of the pond was a canoe awaiting another trip across the pond before it ices over.



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