The goldenrod has gone to seed, its cheerful yellow blooms turned to heads of gray. It is as if a gentle frost has covered the fields. Or they have gone into mourning for the coming winter, when even the flowers’ seeds will drop away, and everything will be laid bare. It will look like death, but it won’t be. Winter, no matter how harsh it may appear, is only temporary. And even during winter life teems beneath the frozen earth. Take heart.
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I hail from Frederick, Maryland and the Monocacy caught my ever roving eye. Love your photography. I have lived in Key West,Florida since 1992.
Welcome home, then, in a way!
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