I took full advantage of a small window in my schedule Wednesday afternoon to take a walk, which turned into a full sprint because I had a hard deadline and I could not stop taking pictures.
The colors caught my eye and, despite stern lectures to myself, I had to pause repeatedly.
I love the lines of a river town — the way they offer a fascinating criss cross of history and innovation, practical and divine. They frame the autumnal magic on perfect fall days and you’d have to be a stronger person than I to stroll right on past.
So, I soaked it all in, then lectured myself, then ran forward, then stopped, snapped, repeated.
Aaah! Uh oh! Aaah! Uh oh! Aaah! Go! Stop! Go!
I came careening down my street just in time, all sweaty in my street clothes but thrilled with the show I had seen.
These gorgeous days become even more fleeting as each season passes, so I regret nothing and I’m very thankful for the pocket full of pictures I collected along the way.