Frostcovered Roses

Too late for smelling the roses and almost time for winter boots

Frost On The Grounds

Crisp morning air. The brightest of sunshine. The end. And a new beginning.

Autumn In Piles

Tempting just to throw yourself into the piles. I contain myself and make sure I walk through the piles to get the feel and hear the sound of the abundance of leaves.

Beams Through Glass

in a store window at night

Misty Waters