{"id":573899551,"date":"2026-10-26T20:09:53","date_gmt":"2026-10-27T00:09:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/?p=573899551"},"modified":"2026-11-09T01:57:39","modified_gmt":"2026-11-09T06:57:39","slug":"photos-from-the-weekend-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/blog\/2026\/10\/26\/photos-from-the-weekend-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Photos from the weekend"},"content":{"rendered":"

We’ve have the loveliest last few days. Peak autumn stuff. Let’s do it all year stuff. The days that you welcome and take for granted stuff. The days that are memorable and forgettable. Because you take them for granted. Because the weather is perfect. Because you think if it can be like this, it should always be just like this. Because if it was like this yesterday and is going to be like this tomorrow, then it follows that it should be like this all of the time. Peak stuff. <\/p>\n

I took this photo a few nights ago and haven’t found anywhere to use it yet, so I’ll use it here. I’d gone outside to check the mail and the sky looked great. It was 8:17 p.m., and I guess I’ll always be amazed at the low light photos a phone camera can make. <\/p>\n

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Here are a few shots from Friday’s bike ride, which helps to make the point about the beautiful weather we’ve been enjoying of late. <\/p>\n

Even the late season corn has something positive to say about all of this. When you get the sun lined up just over your shoulder you can do some fun things with light and layers of color at about 20 miles per hour. <\/p>\n

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Same ride, different field, this one with a winter cover crop, and now trying to not pedal directly into the sun. The only problem is that you’ve got to beat the darkness for more reasons than one. I’m still just wearing summer kit, but after sundown there is a little chill in the breeze. <\/p>\n

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Some other corn stalks, with my shadow selfie in the background, which is in front of me. This corn isn’t that far away from the other field, but this one went in earlier, and it’ll surely be plowed soon. <\/p>\n

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I saw a lot of geese on that ride. Some of them came close enough to almost see in a photograph. There were a lot of geese. I like these guys. They’re noisy. They’ve got character. And they keep moving. <\/p>\n

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The sunset just at the end of my Friday ride. <\/p>\n

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And over there is the moon rise. Great way to ease into this weekend. <\/p>\n

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This weekend we also did a bit of weeding. A few more hours, a few more bags. The job never ends. Here’s some weeds I pulled.<\/p>\n

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I’m over it. The weeding, that is. <\/p>\n

We also trimmed the two junipers on either side of the front door. When we bought the house they’d been cut in a corkscrew pattern, which didn’t really fit the landscaping ideal that we didn’t have. So we let that grow out. It went from neat and too modern to shaggy to combover. This summer it all grew in. And now, this fall, it had grown a bit too tall, and a bit too shaggy. Something must be done. <\/p>\n

So I got out the electric hedge trimmers and the ladder and we did something about it. Both have been brought into a neater state. No one got hurt on the ladder. Everything looks symmetrical by the front door. <\/p>\n

I thought they looked even better from the road, which I checked when I set out for another weekend ride. What was corn one day was cut down the next. <\/p>\n

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And here’s a view of Beaver Creek. Beavers live there. <\/p>\n

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Here’s the other side of Beaver Creek. They might live over there, too. <\/p>\n

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From today’s ride … The neighborhood’s fall ambassador is in all its glory just now. <\/p>\n

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My friends, the horses, were enjoying another sunny Monday. <\/p>\n

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I don’t suppose horses have uses for days of the week. Horses are pretty smart, and we could learn a lot from them. <\/p>\n

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I was riding between these two pastures the other day when a young kid approached me on a perpendicular course on my left on what must have been an electric ATV. He yelled, “Wanna race!?!”<\/p>\n

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I said “Let’s do it! You’ll beat me, but let’s do it!” I stood up on what is not my best bit of terrain and dropped everything I could give into my old bike. <\/p>\n

From behind me I heard, “You cheated. You cheeeeeated!”<\/p>\n

I hope he’s still mad about that. <\/p>\n

He’ll beat me next time, I’m sure of it. <\/p>\n

The geese I saw today beat me. They cruise around at 30-40 miles per hour, it turns out, so of course they’d beat me, and that kid, and those horses.<\/p>\n

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I wonder if the geese have any thoughts about this weather. Maybe they want more of it, too. I think we all do. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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