...paid much attention to the fall season. Growing up in Chicago, there was not much foliage to admire and the cooling temperatures signified the coming of football more so than the precursor to winter. Even spending my mid-teenage to early adult years in Mississippi did little to rouse any kind of morsel of appreciation for the season of change. I've been in Charlotte for three years and have paid more attention to the Crepe Myrtles blooming than the changing of the leaves. But this year is different. I think it's because of my new photography passion (well, passion since March of this year, is that still new?). I wanted pictures of changing leaves and there are plenty of drives within three hours or less to go get them. Well, times are not as affluent so trips don't happen as often but I'm thankful that my wife and I still have shelter, food, and heat. Plus, the Universe has given me a few trees on the campus where I teach to shoot. They're not great shots, but they scratched a must needed itch.
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