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Random Color of early Fall

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Took a ride to Brighton Dam today and grabbed a few shots. Had a wonderful lunch at El Azteca in Clarksville and ran some errands. But the best part of the day was spending it with my wife. After a long work week for both of us it was nice to spend a Friday, taking a walk, talking and grabbing a bite to eat. Just like the old days when we had some time to ourselves.

Looking north I believe from Brighton Dam. Photo by Mike Hartley

Looking north I believe from Brighton Dam.
Photo by Mike Hartley

I’m so in love with her. And at almost 35 years together, it just keeps growing. I knew I was in love with her when I met her. She is the best thing in my life and gave me the two best children I could ask for. Again I state for the record I’m a piece of work. One who doesn’t deserve such love and riches. And I thank her for sticking with me despite my many faults.

Sign at trail entrance. Photo by Mike Hartley

Sign at trail entrance.
Photo by Mike Hartley

But each day now I spend in thought about her if I’m not with her. If I am, I spend it looking deeply at her and holding her hand often. Or giving her a kiss or a hug. I’ve always told her I love her. I’ve even had my times where I have shown her my love in some very good ways. I’ve always been a good provider. Well I’ve kept us out of the poor house but were not swimming in wealth. Except in the kind of wealth where I have her and she has me.

Glad I got out today and was able to snap away. Photo by Mike Hartley

Glad I got out today and was able to snap away.
Photo by Mike Hartley

So as I head out to see some friends for a quick HH and then back home into my wife’s loving embrace, I think about what a great day its been. How wonderful it is to witness the change of season. How going out yesterday in the upper 70s and warm breeze to the brisk temps of 60 with a cool breeze today is reminding me we are in a state of change. But that is the human condition. Adapting to change.

Brighton Dam Photo by Mike Hartley

Brighton Dam
Photo by Mike Hartley

So out again on Saturday to see if I can catch some more color. For the window for that will quickly close and that nasty winter season will be upon us. Photographically and physically my worst season of the year. I HATE COLD.

Not sure when peak color is, but its close. Photo by Mike Hartley

Not sure when peak color is, but its close.
Photo by Mike Hartley

Never hurts to slow down when crossing a creek and see what is upstream. When I first snapped this shot below, I didn’t think much of it till I got home and it kind of grew on me.

Stream crossing Brighton Dam road. Photo by Mike Hartley

Stream crossing Brighton Dam road.
Photo by Mike Hartley

Just a few shots below with the old camera.

Another sunroof shot on Highland Road. Photo by Mike Hartley

Another sunroof shot on Highland Road.
Photo by Mike Hartley

A sunroof shot going down Brighton Dam Road. Photo by Mike Hartley

A sunroof shot going down Brighton Dam Road.
Photo by Mike Hartley

Azalea garden in the fall. Photo by Mike Hartley

Azalea garden in the fall.
Photo by Mike Hartley

Gazebo looking over a beautiful fall day. Photo by Mike Hartley

Gazebo looking over a beautiful fall day.
Photo by Mike Hartley

Author: Mike Hartley

With a lifetime and a half in the Newspaper industry I'm preparing for my retirement career as an Artist, Writer, Photographer and Video content provider. I'm a proud father of two wonderful children and I'm still married to the first girl I fell in love with and probably only one that would have me.

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