Fall is so weird here in NC. It's hard to tell when it has really arrived because there are no hills here (well, at least where I am) to watch the color changes as autumn sweeps across the state. Every once in a while you'll catch a glimpse of vibrant reds and yellows on random trees, but it is nothing like being back in CNY where everywhere you looked, the hills were painted in gorgeous colors. The view from Mom and Dad's house in the fall is pretty damn spectacular. It's the fall when I miss home the most. See?
My goal this week is to get out and enjoy some fall photography opportunities. Perhaps I can find some opportunity this afternoon when I'm done teaching CCD. There's a nice park between my house and church ... maybe I'll find something there ...
In the meantime, I've been looking back through some favorite fall pics from years past. They've got me feeling almost sentimental ...
I can almost smell the leaves and the crisp air ...
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