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.

A subdued October has given way to the most gloriously colorful November in recent memory.

There’s something impressive about a mushroom bigger than a soccer  ball. These giant puffballs (Calvatia gigantea) appeared on a wooded hillside in Mount Lebanon, near a pile of decaying wood.  Squirrels or chipmunks seem to have been nibbling at them as they grew, which gives them pockmarked surfaces that make them look like asteroids.

A country road near Wexford, not yet lined with townhouse developments and strip malls. Milkweeds are turning yellow and maples are turning red.