If Autumn weren’t so lovely, we’d complain bitterly about her theft of Summer’s golden days.
Her touch is, however, so subtle… and besides, she brings such an endearing dowry — jewel-ripe, gold and ruby apples; crimson sugar maples, drunk on their own sweet sap; the pungent fragrance of woodsmoke and smoldering leaves — it’s easy to forgive Winter’s blushing, youthful bride her trespass.
Which is all a florid way to note that I’ve started posting my Autumn 2008 photos on Flickr.
Beautiful photos.
I always wanted to visit and can’t imagine what it’s like to live there.