The Pictures Fall Short

The pictures cannot bring you the smell of wood-burning stoves and oaky leaf piles gathered along the sidewalks. The picture cannot let you hear the sound of acorns crunching underfoot or autumn breezes rustling the leaves. It’s a bright parade of colors everywhere. We turn corners to see the best autumn colors we’ve ever seen–in the forests, on the hilltops, on the mountain ridges driving outside of town.

Some may disagree, but Pennsylvania gives the best autumn colors.

My camera won’t do anyway. Here’s a website to see what I’m seeing:
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