Snow could be seen falling from the sky this morning,out the window,upstairs in the kabinsker loft.
Later a close inspection of yellowing leaves,small round ones,
caught or netted by a balsampine branch, in the needlework...

Noticed that the ride uphere included what is none other than men's talk...

No insect life perceivable in the woods...

The mosses,with their variant greens connect with the eyes...

We see no ruffed grouse...

Sky over us is whitewash into gray...(Brown&some blue hue of the bird slipping away...

Then snow,lightly falling to the ground moisture-sodden. I've brought
along no books with me on this outing. Therefore I'll probably or possibly
write more,which is about as plain&simple as it gets in logic.

Lets have a hand at configuring...

We set up the stove in the cabin---tonight we're having Chile con carne,
which Joel has brought over from his folks...I should add he brings us milk from the dairy,and crackers too.

One tiny,colorful bird hopping around in the boughs of a tree,a pretty large tree at that...
    October the 12th,wednesday 1983.