
Originally Posted by
pdcorlis
Having planned for weeks, we happy few would explode from the house at twilight, our nostrils filled with an intoxicating blend of wood smoke, composting maple leaves, and air heavy with dew. The rich scent provided a dizzying backdrop as we scampered to the devilishly decorated houses that filled our "territory." We learned over the years the exact route that yealded a bounty not valued in tonnage but admired for its quality and diversity.
What a phenomenal photograph in words, Phil.
Regards,
Rex.
At any moment you must be prepared to give up who you are today for who you could become tomorrow.
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