And a little farther south, I came upon this farm field filled with Canada Geese. I'm old enough to remember when they were rather rare. Now they are the north country's answer to pigeons:
This traditional Adirondack farm house sported a clump of what I think are Tall Garden Phlox. I see them in bloom around many of the houses up there. I may try to get some for myself:
Another traditional Adirondack farm, this one with a barn:
And in Brighton, rapidly becoming my favorite place in the Adirondack park, I came across St. Johns In The Wilderness Episcopal Church. Actually, it was the graveyard which caught my eye. I notice it each time I drive by, but this time I decided to pull in and take a closer look. It was a beautiful small country church:
And a hauntingly lovely graveyard tucked in beneath the trees:
There's so much shade from all those big trees that very little grass will grow. So this is one graveyard which is carpeted almost completely with moss:
The graveyard surrounds the church on three sides. It would have been completely quiet except for the young men playing a raucous game of soccer off through the trees just to the south. It made for a nice meditative experience which encompassed life, death, spirituality, youth and nature:
A little farther south, almost to Saranac Lake, I encountered yet another antique car. This driver, however, was not very friendly. Well, he had a lot more traffic and tourists to deal with:
On Lake Colby I found this docked boat and family of ducks. The Joe-Pye-Weed and Goldenrod framed the shoreline:
As I passed the Raybrook State Headquarters I was comforted to know that forest fires were unlikely (we'd had lots of rain). I once saw a forest fire at a reasonably close distance atop Noonmark Mountain. I was standing on Dix Mountain and it was indeed a fearsome sight:
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