"These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years." Laura Ingalls Wilder

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Peak Fall Foilage






Yesterday proved to be a great day for a drive. Check out these photos ... they speak for themselves.

11 comments:

Birmingham Girl said...

All so beautiful..only God could create so much majesty.
I missed your wedding blog yesterday, sounds like all is under control. After putting together two weddings, I'm all for the smaller, more intimate version. When they're too large (as first daughters was) you can't even greet all your guests properly. It will be very lovely and memory filled I'm sure!

Tonya said...

These are beautiful pictures. I agree with B-Girl only God could create something so beautiful. I love when the colors start to change.

Phil said...

The light has been awesome these two days... And the air is so clear. If I wasn't so busy cleaning up my yard for winter, I'd be out taking more pictures!

Margie said...

Beautiful!!

Mrs. Diamond said...

Gorgeous!!!!!!!!

Mrs. Darling said...

Gorgeous. And what clear pics!

Jada's Gigi said...

What awesome pics!! Our GA mountains should be at peak this weekend whihc is when hubby and i will be renting a cabin for our anniversary...Can't wait!

Maggie Ann said...

Your photos sure do speak...they are gorgeous! Thanks for the kind comment you left me over at my blog...just when I needed a bit of encouragment too.

Margie said...

just wanted to stop by and say thanks for the inspiration to share my favorite recipes.

You are such a blessing! next think you know, I'll be building a house :)

Terry said...

Mrs. Mac... These pictures sure DO speak for themsleves and they are speaking out for God too!! Love Terry

gramma_s said...

The pics are beautiful, I can't decide which is my favorite season, I love the colors of fall but I also love the flowers, light and dark greens of spring. The colors of fall are much easier to photograph than the colors of spring. And then there's winter. Its beautiful if you can stay inside and watch the snow gently falling. (But then who gets to stay inside)