Had a rather disappointing day this last weekend … we were slated to go to a local attraction, called “Holy Hill” … a very large basilica, administered by a group of Carmelite friars … it is in the middle of the kettle region of southern Wisconsin, on the peak of a conical kame (a glacial remnant of the Ice Age), in thickly wooded country. We were expecting Fall colours galore, and freedom to move about in order to take pictures.
Well, our hopes evaporated when we found ourselves practically shoulder to shoulder with large numbers of tourists, unable to move about with any degree of ease, and the leaf colours hardly in evidence, probably due to the unseasonably warm weather.
So, I am putting up a few shots of some trees in Autumn finery from right around home, taken the day before our weekend jaunt. Not many, but it’s something, at least … especially on this “dreich” day … cold, rainy, windy, and raw … that is to say, “dreich” as the Scots would say. Living where they do, in the North of the British Isles, and in the midst of a cold sea. So, here they are:
This tree amused me, turning colour in patches.
And that’s about it, folks … sorry there aren’t more, but I was anticipating the trip and the pictures resulting from that.