“Words cannot possibly describe, nor vivify to you, unless you have suffered in your own person that which the words try to describe.” Mark Twain
Leaves turning, leaves burning...
Once it rains, the ferns re-emerge
The liquid amber gets dressed up for the fall
Turn the street corner and you are in awe
Turn another corner and...
A gold panner looks for gold...
Vineyards in Autumn
Leaves are turning everywhere
And the American River runs through it all!
Life in the Foothills 