A sunset on the way home with the hound after our walk.
Steps in the woods - I walk up these steps most days and very occasionally will see anyone. Our Autumn landscape is still green and will remain so until the very cold weather sets in late December when winter truly begins.
And these acorns are all jostling for prime position in the mud so that the strongest will become an oak. Someone/something has to come along and push the acorn deep into the earth. One in every 20,000 acorns becomes an oak. Which one do you think it will be?