Mother said, "Straight ahead."

Do not stray from the path... I found the other day that I really do love the fall. It's always been my favorite season, I think. Here in New England, the leaves are absolutely great--so colorful and fun. I walked through the woods yesterday, following the path until it was so flooded that I couldn't pass any longer. It was a good time--walking alone and able to finally get away from everything and just think. I don't want to turn this into a journal--rather, a way of relating new places and things. So, consider this a review of the season autumn. Five stars. And really, what's wrong with straying from the path? I mean, I certainly wouldn't do it in the dark, but during the daylight, why not? I guess that's what Little Red thought, and look what happened to her. Oh well. [Seen here, photos of the journey. Top: a small little river that formed to the right of the path, through the branches and twigs, over the leaves. Bottom: the flooding that stopped me from continuing on the trek.]