I'll tell you that it's not in Charleston. I'd rather not say where it is right now because I don't like to give out too much information about jobs in progress.
Don't you just love the time of year when the leaves are still on the trees, and the different varieties are turning their own colors, all together. It won't take but a windstorm or rainstorm or so, and the leaves are all blown off and the trees are reduced to those black sticks against the horizon (it always seems to get so dark, so fast), that we then have to live with through those horrible months of January, February, March. So breathe it in deeply while you can, and thank God for people like Rick who can capture that instant, that moment, that momentary inhalation where everything looks so beautiful and gorgeous, you might never breathe again.
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Beautiful, especially the last one.
I like the first one with the trail... the red is nice in the last one too, but the first is my favorite. Where were these taken?
I'll tell you that it's not in Charleston. I'd rather not say where it is right now because I don't like to give out too much information about jobs in progress.
I understand completely, rick. I didn't think it was in charleston. Nice location, though.
Don't you just love the time of year when the leaves are still on the trees, and the different varieties are turning their own colors, all together. It won't take but a windstorm or rainstorm or so, and the leaves are all blown off and the trees are reduced to those black sticks against the horizon (it always seems to get so dark, so fast), that we then have to live with through those horrible months of January, February, March. So breathe it in deeply while you can, and thank God for people like Rick who can capture that instant, that moment, that momentary inhalation where everything looks so beautiful and gorgeous, you might never breathe again.
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