I was in the pasture, away from the farmyard lights, looking for Northern Lights, but there were only stars. No moon.

And horses.

About three and a half hours north and west of us lies Riding Mountain National Park. We were lucky to be there for the weekend. Even though it was cool and rainy, the fall colours were lovely.

To the left of the top of our cottonwood tree, you can see Cassiopeia, looking like a laid-back “3”.

Above the leafless treetop in the photo below, you might make out the Little Dipper.

Above the barn barn and the treetops in the photo below, the Big Dipper.

On my afternoon walk, I noticing small flashes whizzing by.

Dragonflies. Landing on twigs, stems, or grass blades.

One landed on my arm. It looked tired, I thought.