October in Ohio, Illinois and Northern California including: cow pies, dead flowers and a suggestively composed shiny urban bean.

Mr. P went on a week long trip.
He saw stuff like this in Ohio:

And stuff in Chicago that looked like this:

and this:

And the lake that looked like the ocean, 'cept for the sharks:

When he got back home we decided to get away for a day or so. We drove up north* where it looked a like like this:

And Mr. P expressed moods such as:

and this:

We then went on a hike where we encountered elk much like these:

And evidence of grazing cows:

And Northern California's version of fall which included stuff like this:

and this:

*You know a great way to keep guests from messing with a hot tub? Make sure that the journal in the cabin is open to the entry titled “Last Tango in Jenner”. It’ll also give your guests second thoughts about the couch in front of the fireplace and the wisdom of showering in the bathroom too.

P.S. Not pictured are the signs that say "Take Care, We're Farming Here" that Mr. P saw posted all up and down Northwest Indiana's highways. It's intended to prevent suburbanites from getting shucked, hulled or otherwise mangled by combines going from one field to another over the road during harvest season. He's so in love with my home state, he just can’t stop talking about it. We've had entire half hour discussions on why I don't know what Hoosier really means.