...there are no misquotes in silence. Autumn 2017 [...]
Recently I've written a number of posts on the subject of Bonnie and me wanting to relocate, to change our lives somehow, to discover more about ourselves and learn more about the world around us. We find ourselves in a period of transition -- not quite old enough to fully retire and not mentally ready or willing to just wait until we are.
This past weekend it was off to the North Carolina Mountains at the invitation of friends to join them in their mountain cabin. It's a little less then a three hour drive
The last couple of weeks on my morning walks I've noticed clear signs of fall, not in the trees but on the forest floor. Viewing the trees/forest from any distance and you can't discern much change but the leaves falling from certain trees giveaway the season quickly approaching.
Crunching about in the woods this last week with a crisp carpet of fallen leaves beneath my feet I was remembering how much I use to enjoy playing in the leaves on fall days as a child -- wonderful play. I've noticed I wasn't the only one enjoying the fall woods and it's fallen leaves, as attest by the beautiful photos of Mark Graph.
The rusty reddish brown's of an Oak Tree in late Autumn on a rainy day.