This Fall in Haliburton County; a walk, a drive. Out of frame: a logging operation, a recreational trail, Drury’s Pond, and everything else.

Visiting family on a lake in the bush at the end of a road (“forest access,” then private). Timber, lumber, tree; stones big and small strewn about up and down the hills. Leaves this time of year a blanket on the floor.

When here often we hear: the hackle of the raven; the diving loon’s call; wind rushing through leaves (before it’s felt); the approach of a vehicle coming down the hill (who is it?), the hum of a logging operation; the pop of the hunter’s rifle; fish leaping from calm water; the gallop of a dog; a passing plane; the crack of a twig.