Little Gifts

North of Monticello

I have a handful of friends and family who I hear from around this time every year. It usually begins with emails, arriving in mid-October, with subject lines like “Has it started yet?” and “Almost Time!” They’re people who, for one reason or another, now live in places where they have no autumn to speak of, no explosion of fall color like we have in Virginia.

Number one is always my dad. My folks live at the beach below Charleston, where the salt marshes turn straight from emerald to muddy brown, and the only trees are palmetto and pine that stay green all year. And there are friends on the coast in California where the seasons never really change, where it’s either always sunny or always foggy.

So these pictures are for them, the homesick ones, so they can remember what it’s like. All were taken around our house, or on the way to work.

 

Pond, in the  field behind our house

 

 

Cattails

 

 

The Red Gate

 

 

Master of the Hounds

 

 

Murder of Crows

 

 

White Fence

 

 

Draft Horses

 

 

Red Barn

 

 

Presbyterian Window

 

 

New Grass

 

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