Autumn, that is.
At home, in the northeast, the leaves are turning, the air is crisp, the bags of apples are waiting at roadside stands and the light has taken a lower, flattering angle that is full of unrealistic promises, like homemade Halloween treats that don’t taste like sofas, Thanksgiving without family quarrels, and a snowy, stress-free Christmas.
I love the fall.
More photos at The Big Picture.
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