A Country Autumn, Part 1

I'm sure it won't surprise you to learn that I've been taking photos of the lovely autumn scenery which I passed whenever I traveled anywhere. So I collected some of the pictures into two blog posts. This first photo is of a field on Barrett Road in Fort Jackson:

Another farm field with black and white cattle grazing, off in the distance:

A corner lot with a small white shed way off by the trees. Might it have been a ground level deer blind?:

Luscious red apples in my own yard, backed up by rows of hay bales and the brown barn:

At the Mound Hill Cemetery in Nicholville:

A wonderful country scene along the Port Kent Road:

All along the road were explosions of color, almost like fireworks:

Red, yellow and green interrupted by the white trunks of birches and poplars:

This scene brought the climactic finale of the 1812 Overture to my mind:

A gigantic pile of neatly split and stacked firewood beneath brilliant red trees:

A quiet country lane, swathed in gold:

Orange and gold, yellow and green - all of it beneath blue skies. I'll post Part 2 tomorrow: