Welcome back to the old neighborhood, to the old same old same old, to your comfort zone, to your memories of days gone by where the only thing you had to worry about is getting your homework done as quickly as possible so that you could go out and play hide and not seek.
Today's theme is....TREES!
Big trees, little trees, quioxtic trees, trees with personalities, trees with no personalities, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, lovely trees, wonderful trees.
Big ass tree. Father Nature was preparing his palette that morning when a few drops accidentally ran down his arm. Miffed for being so clumsy, he shook his hand a couple of times (but didn't lead them along that golden beach) and down they fell from the heavens and kissed the ground (but not the concrete), who then soaked up the vibrant warmth, carefully caressed it like a newborn babe and gently sent it back up via the roots for the trees to eagerly show off to the rest of the world.
Lots of multi-colored trees in the background. Tripping down memory lane, if you walk this natural culvert, you can basically walk all the way to the mountain via two dozen backyards.
More big ass trees. A favorite photographic area of mine, here is where Father and Mother Nature often compete with one another to see who can come up with the most breathtaking, the most heartwarming, the most soul touching view for the season. You would think that Mother Nature would have the advantage since it is she who has Cedar Mountain at her disposal, but more often than not, Father Nature comes out on top here.