They’d had a first frost, but the leaves weren’t doing much yet; still, there was a lot to do

[not shown]

one day into the next with

“the chairs” every afternoon

and a house inundated, seemingly, in foliage.

Oh yeah, hey….ditches invaded by willow roots,

preparations for the annual burn, all the more crucial as this year it’s the biennial burn…

[every afternoon…]

and a moon.

Early Friday too wet to burn, damn!

Scenes around the place; coming back from Parker Ranch

the burnpile awaits along with

fall color or at least

what’s passing for fall color so far and every afternoon [not shown] the chairs.

Next morning, tricky [note abundance of cheat], the Biennial

Burn worked out, though I was left feeling a bit scorched.

In the interim tried to find a sweet spot with the Wrong [hot instead of cold pressed] watercolor paper but for me it all comes out mushy, like that new “improved” blenderized Safeway salsa.

After the burn, the Repo…

and more even more muted fall color

or barely any but

again [not shown] las sedias and the walk back.

A morning after, Sunday;

with an interloper on the ’82 when I went to collect it

and groom the site.

In the aftermath of the Stanford Book kerfuffle* some helpful people suggested I attempt to infiltrate the online edition, so I decided to try to quickly master the Art of the Selfie…with mixed

[well maybe not mixed; more like disastrous] results as well as closing up and packing on this

last day wherein results ended…mixed.

*see Paul Karlstrom’s comment and my response, previous iteration.