Upstate, mid-December

Autumn is a distant memory, winter a threat, looming but not quite here, yet. Nonetheless, it has gotten cold, and the scenery is stark. Leaves are gone, mostly. Colors are reduced to muted tones, but for the occassional berry.

Campers are no longer using Wilson State Park, and cross-country skiers haev not yet arrived, awaiting snow. That leaves the Park open for hikers and dogwalkers, and dogs, and, of course, the ever-present geese.

Berries provided the only bright color; well, the red-stemmed plants do lend some variation, as well.

A weir between the lake and the creek.

Using auto-focus on the camera provides this unintended shot: the bush is focused on, the weir in the background.

A bird house is stuffed full of nesting material.

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