Each day sees new colors as Autumn flows north to south and highland to lowlands reversing the march of spring. A little cooler, a little darker, a quickening pace in the woodlands. Preparation.

A visit to the old town of Salem:

A beautiful walkway, low light, lanterns, glory of fall color. Salem is a beautiful place to stroll, especially with camera.

A collection, large and small, filling the old steps. Steps that have felt the weight of many who have walked this way.

Another avenue, post and beam, cobblestone, little homes all in a row. Occupied for centuries with their own Autumn stories.

 The Yellow House. A huge Maple good for a tire swing and shade. Now holding its leaves for us to enjoy.

Single Brothers lived here, learning the trades of the town. The garden is near, blacksmith adjacent.  Rock wall for border.

Early evening, Sun has set. Lantern just turned on.  Flower garden with last of season. Picket fences. Red House awaiting the days end.Old or new, which do you choose. Standing in the tranquility of the old neighborhood looking up to the new it is difficult.

Leaves covering the path, crisp, inviting. Taking us somewhere.

Blue, green, purple and gold with one lonely yellow leaf. Lakeshore.

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