Yesterday was unseasonably warm, so Bruce and I went out on the Charles River in our kayaks, which our neighbors the Haywoods are kind enough to let us leave in their yard. The colors of the trees lining the river are getting subdued, and golds and oranges are beginning to creep in. I blame any uneven lines on the rocking of the kayak. And who needs a cup of water when the river is right there? If you look closely, you can see the two birds and the wood duck box on the left, and of course the kayaker on the right.
