|The fog starting to lift on Lake Willastein|
|Leaves just starting to change. Now they are all bare or brown.|
Way back on the first weekend of November, when the leaves were just changing and the ice storm hadn't turned everything still alive into black and brown blahness, we went for a morning walk at Lake Willastein, the city park in Maumelle. When we first arrived at the park, it was so foggy that you could barely see the other side of the lake.
There were some pretty neat spiderwebs covered in dew on a bridge along the path.
The sun came out and melted most of the fog, but the lake stayed mostly still, and there were some great reflections.
|Great Blue Heron, fishing|