The farmers are cutting the corn. Geese will land in the stubs and eat the fallen kernels, then rest a bit. Tucked beaks between wings, muffled honks, they group, then suddenly take flight. It is a sudden time of the year. Not slow like summer. It is a time for fast moving slate gray clouds and rain turning to snow.
Soon enough, the trees will be bare.
More sky to see...
above: detail of a fabric fox I made. He was a little larger than lifesize