First, I should tell you that two nights ago I pulled the muscle in my neck-- the one that attaches your skull to your shoulders and I can't seem to consume enough ibuprofen to keep the pain at bay. What was I doing, you ask? One-armed pull-ups at the gym. Idiot. And it kills. So this will be a short post but I will be back someday---I really really will and I hope to find y'all still swinging on through.

So today I drove around and tried to capture a couple of the images here before autumn is gone for good. And if you look at the sky, you can see-- the rains are a' coming and once they do they will take down the last of the leaves and it will be all done.

Stay tuned for next Fall, however. Because I have put in a request to Santa for a real digital camera with a zoom lens. The camera I have is such a toy, it does a disservice to the subjects I try to photograph.

This is at the bottom of the hill we are living on and en route to my office-- so I guess you could say this is a photo of my commute (on a Saturday of course). It looks very different on a weekday.

So you don't have to go out and buy a New England wall calendar now, do you? Below is a funny place.

It is a small cemetery that has these two nuzzling gravestones. I get such a kick out of it every time I pass by. Their names are Martha and James Piper. Martha is snuggling on James.

But I had only a bit of time to grab these pics. My neck is killing me and, of course, I've got the butterscotch boys waiting for their walk. Can you see them there in their giant playpen?

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