The prairie is all about texture, and in November it's of the crunchy variety. The only soft note in this scene is the rather fuzzy weed stems in the foreground. Even the sky seems crisp with no fluffy white clouds.
If not for the sky, this photo would appear to be almost black and white, the tinges of green are so faint. But it is a lovely, dry Sunday afternoon which allows the farmers to be in their fields of milo or corn, and so it is a very good day. The harvest is late this year because of the unusual amount of moisture -- rain and snow -- with which we were blessed this fall.
We are experiencing the truest definition of an "Indian summer", an Americanism from the 1770s: a period of mild, dry weather, usually accompanied by a hazy atmosphere, occurring usually in late October or early November and following a period of colder weather. After being startled by the early cold weather, I have appreciated the mild Indian summer in both Colorado and Kansas.
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