After a big freeze comes a big thaw, filling streams and flooding rivers.

With warm temperatures and steady rains, streams are rushing and brooks are babbling.

A wintry sunrise over the southeastern suburbs.

The snow that fell earlier this week is still here for Thanksgiving, melting and refreezing into interesting patterns of ice.

In the late fall, a field of goldenrod gone to seed is both decorative and a bit mournful.

Most of the leaves have fallen, so we can see down into the hollow through the trees. But a few bright patches of color remain.

Trees, like human beings, become more interesting as they suffer more misfortunes.

Our first substantial snow of the season left wet snow in the woods, but not on the roads—just the way snow is best appreciated.