Golden year end
Near the advent of Winter 2015-2016 our backwoods are brown, not white; the cold air comes and goes and it only rains when it is warm.
A downy woodpecker visits a tree in the nearby bog.

In the forest primeval, under the gathering gloom, are monuments to unknown dieties and undefined events.

On the day after the last day of the 2015 hunting season (for regular rifles – bows and arrows or muzzle-loaders are still allowed for a couple weeks), we found a doe hanging around in a small back wood.