Asakiyume mita

Walking the rails is better when the weather isn't quite so bitingly cold, but it's always good. It's a way through the landscape that you don't usually see.

The rails were shining blue from the blue sky overhead:



I saw cows--these cows--eating old butternut squash, just like they were this time last year, but this time I was seeing them from behind.



And I saw a hidden vehicle graveyard:



And milkweed, glowing whiter than milk



And a chilly November wetland



It was only a mini-ramble, but it was good. It's been so long since I've wandered Between like this.