This.

Feral friends,

Between the Equinox and Solstice the sun slips a little to the south — revealing familiar things in unfamiliar light.

See the world with autumn eyes. Love each day and the wild family with whom we share this turning earth. Give yourself to beauty. Walk quietly into deep nature.

Turn off all devices.

— Jack Phillips

_{Photos by Billie Shelton, southern Loess Hills (top) and Bridget McQuillan on Pawnee Land in eastern Nebraska. Bottom: an early November toad (Anaxyrus woodhousii) just a few months old, preparing to hibernate with Robert Smith.}