After Hocking Hills, the Fen was literally a stroll in the park, but it was nice to see it turning colors.

The Fen was one of the first wetlands I experienced when I moved here.  It looked like a barren apocalyptic graveyard where no life could exist, but over the seasons, we watched it spring into miraculous life and transition along with us.  It has matured into a whole new habitat since we started observing it.  Maybe it mirrors our own metamorphosis here.