Close up . . .
The golden days of autumn were to be savored . . .
but the icy north wind and a dusting of snow reminded me it was time to drain the cabin, close up,
and return to our Lander headquarters.
Whispering wings flew overhead and we followed them south before our bay froze up.
The Canadian island/studio is my source . . . spring will come.
Above, our boat house, the morning before we left the island
Below, a drawing from my sketch book