Driving back from the hunt for the wiley Fraser fir (we were successful), we took back roads rather than the four-lane because when we have a choice, we always take back roads. As we came around a corner and up a little rise in western Dane County, I saw this little valley and had to stop and shoot a quick one.
This time of year the greenery is limited to the Christmas tree farms (like our favorite, Cedar Creek Farm). Everything else is brown. But there are infinite shades of brown. From the lightest tan of the remaining grasses or cornstalks to the almost black topsoil, I like brown. It's like the earth is just bedding down, waiting for the comforter of snow that'll come any day now.