We got our first frost this morning.  It was chilly and foggy, with ice settled on the grass and leaves and rocks.  Mist rose from the river.  I ran early again, determined to keep getting out there before the day gets too far underway. It always seems worth rising early, and today was no exception.  I ran into the fog across the river, I watched the sun tip over the hills, and I saw the color seep into the leaves with the morning light.  It was the last morning of summer.  It let me know that fall is here.  Apparently it arrived a day early.

Mist in the Valley

Running Into the Fog

Frost on the Cut Field

First Light on a Turning Maple

Cows Ready for the Sun's Warmth

Running Back

Fog Lingering Over the River

Frost Lingering in the Field