Being in the woods in autumn can sometimes be a little overwhelming. Mother Nature puts on such a grand show that it’s difficult to know where to look first. There is color everywhere, from the tops of the trees that are still retaining their leaves to the forest floor carpeted with the multicolored leaves that have let go.
One of the stops we made during our visit with family in Pennsylvania was a place just across from Three Mile Island. It used to be a viewing area, but has now been changed to a training facility. It was a Sunday, there were no signs or people directing us to stay away, so I walked near the road and took a few photos. I was surprised to find a historical marker. It just doesn’t seem like the type of thing that usually ends up on an historical marker.
When I first saw Karma’s Photo Hunt theme for October, I thought, “oh, fun!” I love words, and enjoy playing with them. I was ready to jump on the bandwagon and join in the fun. But as the month grew older, I grew no wiser as to what I was going to do with the theme of idioms. With so much to pick from, I was drawing a blank.
Rumor has it I missed our first frost of the season. But since I wasn’t here for it, today’s frost was my first of the season.
The Western Maryland Rail Trail is located in Maryland between Hancock and Fort Frederick, and is sandwiched between Interstate 70 and the C&O Towpath that runs along the Potomac River. M and I took a short ride (8 miles) starting in Hancock on the first day of our trip east. We took another short ride (8.4 miles) starting on the opposite end of the trail at Pearre Station on our trip west (home).
I do a lot of shooting out the windows during our car trips. It helps me occupy the time when I am tired of, or don’t feel like, reading. M does the driving as it’s not something I like to do. I will drive if I must. I just don’t like it. Most of the drive-by shootings I take end up deleted. But every now and then I get what I consider an interesting shot.
Everything is as it was, I discover when I reach my destination, and everything has changed.
~ Michael Frayn
M and I got lost somewhere in Maryland on our way home today. But you know what they say. It’s the journey, not the destination. So we enjoyed the journey. It was a fine day to get lost. The sky was the most amazing shade of autumn blue with nary a cloud to be seen (until we neared Ohio where I sometimes think clouds are born).