At sunrise, in the backyard. I love being back there. if your real quiet, you can hear the fog and mist moving around. The fog was burning off but what remained did something like magic to the light as it spilled over the mountains. The beech trees hang on to their leaves until new ones push them off...so it's a perpetual late autumn, until it isn't.
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