Played around with some black and white conversions. I think they look better with a little bit more contrast and grain added.
The bridge crosses Furnace Run. Must be glacier rocks, they're different colors and kinds. Every once in a while, tiny ice floes crunched into the rocks - it was so quiet, even that little noise was startling.
November's muted color palette is austerely beautiful. I love trees pencil-sketched against textured clouds and snowy stubble-fields showing the contour of the land.
The bridge is in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, just off Riverview Road.