Matthew, Oliver and I visited my family's place off the Gunflint Trail late enough in the season that we had no running water due to overnight freezes. After visiting this place for almost thirty years, this was the first time I've woken up to a dusting of snow outside, and it was magic. Streaks of changing leaves graced the landscape along with little piles of white.
No snow is visible in this pic, and after talking up all the virtues of autumn leaves I'm showing you a black and white, but sometimes the absence of color allows our eyes to appreciate the rhythm of contrast.
Some color amid a neutral field.