Midnight at a Thanksgiving campfire.
Image of a witch's face created on a tree by autumn leaves and the gate light. Nearly 40 feet tall! A week later, she was gone. A storm blew the canopy away.
The fall colors are less popular here than in New England or the smokies. However, our vantage, in the Illinois Ozarks, offers quite a spectacular alternative.
Cowgirls. Brought their own guns. They took everything but my boots!
A refreshing break from summer. But winter's blowing in...