This picket fence encloses what are purported to be the graves of a few pioneer children who died long ago. The small enclosure is overgrown in grass and brush and there are no headstones or other identification evident, leaving the fence itself as the only indication of their presence.
Even in the largely treeless parts of Montana there are brilliant fall colors to be seen–you just have to look a bit closer. While this photo was taken on a sixty degree sunny day, it followed some stormy below zero weather. This caused the wrinkled appearance on the rose hips.
Even though the sun was shining it was a cold, blustery day when I was at the World Museum of Mining and I was uncomfortable the whole time because I did not dress warmly enough. So when I came around the corner and saw this cat curled up in the sun out of the wind, I was quite tempted to go share it’s spot for a while. I did not figure it would appreciate the intrusion though so I soldiered on in the cold.