Really? I'm not ready. But here it was in unmistakable Technicolor, blazing right under my feet, right on my road, yesterday afternoon.Click on image to enlarge.
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Really? I'm not ready. But here it was in unmistakable Technicolor, blazing right under my feet, right on my road, yesterday afternoon.
2 comments:
I saw some leaves like this today, too and had a similar thought. I'm not ready either.
Hi, Annie. Ready or not, things are subtly shifting. There's always that feeling of the accelerating passage of time in mid-August. Onward!
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