Our Florida vacation was just what I needed. There are still deep ruts on the sandy beach where my husband dragged me away kicking and screaming for the last time.
Ok. That may be a slight exaggeration.
But all the way home, I was hoping and dreading at the same time that the fall colors here would still be pretty. They definitely are. And I smiled contentedly as I watched the sun drop below the trees last night, the big bold harvest sunset, so different from the beach sunsets of last week, but the same glorious sun.
I have a few more Florida pictures to share on here in the next few days. And thankfully, I have a few more fall days to enjoy these beautiful Midwestern leaves.
You haven’t seen them all.
Last night’s sunset was a completely different show from the first night… paler, softer, lighter, more pastel. I guess that is the changeable quality that keeps us longing to see the next one.
After realizing about three hours from our destination (on the GPS) that we were changing time zones, so were actually four hours away, we pulled into our beach condo just as the sun was setting. So worth every mile.
Driving home from my birthday supper, snapping photos along the sunlit road… my family, beautiful evening, a familiar road, telephone poles like birthday candles lead the way home… full belly, fajita leftovers for lunch today.
Four bad photos, overlaid together plus digital intervention = one good memory.
Created by a Master Artist, gathered into an image by Nikon and me… I must make time to watch more sunrises and sunsets.