I know, it's not a great photo. Pretty average, in fact. But it reminds me of the time of year when we enter the dormant season. The trees have offered their fruit, but in this instance, in a location removed from deer, fearing the "urban" conflicts.
Colors are muted, we're past the oranges and reds and yellows. Now it's time for browns, until the snow comes and covers it all.
It's a time for Thanksgiving, and preparing for the coming months in this part of the country.
Give thanks, take photos.