Autumn is progressing. More than
half of the leaves are on the ground.
Beauty remains. Enjoy...

Leaves on stone.

Another view of leaves & stone fences.

One red.

Box Decor.

Fall's spring.

Hanging on. A cheap metaphor for those of us unemployed, before the terminations, when we were desperattely hanging on. For almost one year now, I've been on the ground.

Stick Face. You may not be able to tell, but this plastic & hollow jack-o-lantern hangs on a small dead tree limb stuck in the ground. I love this guy. He is about a quarter mile down our road.

No Maple reds left.

Ground reds.
Corn on the side.

Sun & water & leaves.
Dedicated today for June Allen, an environmental health advocate and my dear friend, who just died, and has to be in heaven if there is one. According to a book I just read (Fannie Flagg's Can't Wait to Get to Heaven), our gods are named Neighbor Dorothy and Raymond.
All photo rights reserved Sheba Marx. For Sheba's Good Things about Unemployment, see unemployedmarx.blogspot.com


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I'm glad you had a friend like that. Love and warmth to you.
Thank you for sharing these pictures at this wonderful, melancholy, full-of-hope time of year.