Autumnal landscape

Still thinking mink I went down the valley to call on someone whose riverbank I was told had once been staked out with cameras to catch wildlife activity, but she was out. And the people in the house mansion next door, who keep chickens, were away. So I walked the path along the other side of the river and this is how the valley looked. It reminded me of paintings by two great Russian landscape artists Ivan Shishkin and Isaac Levitan (examples linked) and the poem Autumn by Pushkin who loved that season best of all. Of course the prospect of mushrooms is an extra bonus for Russians but I didn't find many today.

October has arrived - the woods have tossed
Their final leaves from naked branches;
A breath of autumn chill - the road begins to freeze,
The stream still murmurs as it passes by the mill,
The pond however's frozen; and my neighbour hastens
to his far-flung fields with all the members of his hunt.
The winter wheat will suffer from this wild fun,
And baying hounds awake the slumbering groves.

No more baying hounds along this river: mink hunting was banned along with fox in 2005. There was a mill once but it's long gone.