Frost on the chipmunk

Air temperature 36 F, wind near calm, clear sky. Grass in the park silvery. Thus we greet September's end.

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Sometimes it looks as if the dregs of humanity fill more than half the glass.

Silvery shadows

When the sun starts to thaw frost off the grass, trees hold back the change.

Kinky frustration

Can't reach the local ham radio repeater from our new location, even after uncoiling a length of cable and hoisting a ground-plane antenna onto the roof. Still could get another 10' of elevation with a mount on the chimney, but I'm done for now. Rolling up that cable was a pain in the ass.

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Some of the total bonkers flying around *has* to be satire.