Slap on your snowshoes and grab your saw ’cause we’re getting ourselves a real tree!
This Snow Ain’t Gonna Ski Itself!
She’s a real beaut, Clark.
Just reporting a beautiful sunset at Casa de Wilder this evening. I love it when the leaves fall off. (I also leave it when the leaves fall on.)
When I took this, I was just coming home from running some errands. I noticed the beautiful sunset on the way home and decided to drive up to the top of one of the mountains in our neighborhood (you know, where the other half lives). Up there, you see the same sunset, but framed by 180 degrees of White Mountains views. Talk about strike-you-in-the-face beauty! So it was nice to come home and see our little house basking in the gorgeous sunset, even though we don’t live at the top of the hill.
Presidential debate in progress. Fletcher isn’t impressed.
Trinity Churchyard Cemetery is eerie and beautiful.
The drive between Campton and Holderness is strikingly beautiful at the moment. As many times as we’ve driven by the Trinity Churchyard Cemetery in Holderness, we’ve never stopped. After driving past three times today (yes, because I forgot something), we stopped on the fourth drive-by, which happened to be at the golden hour, to photograph some leaves and tombstones.
Funny how autumn can totally transform something you’ve seen a thousand times…
Greg’s Best Friend
I had to pop out for a meeting this morning. Apparently, Fletcher missed me.