New Door
Our front yard tree: it always seems to be the last to know its fall, so we get a burst of color when all the other leaves are fading.
I like this picture a lot. You wouldn’t believe the way the sun lit up the grounds that evening - the air was a perfect temp and the reds and yellows playfully bounced the sun around corners. As you walked down Summit to the river, the trees glowed like jewels in the sunset, like somebody had glossed the whole scene in gold.
