Autumn is the new Spring ... and now we know how many hues it takes to fill the Albro Fall. Ahhhh ... look at all alone the colors ... suddenly smoke and I bent into a gleam.

Albro Woods, where I took the Canon A80 yesterday, can be found ... wait ... why should I tell anyone where this tiny peaceful jewel is ... and what were those nasty black scorpion-like bugs I had to pick off my shirt anyway?