Yet again Bella and I forsook civilization and fled to the hills.
Well, really, I went over to the homestead to check on the pecans. But let's not get technical. The dog and I fled the confines of our usual routine and immersed ourselves in the beauty of the season.
This is probably the most colorful fall I have seen in Missouri since I came here. There is no way to completely capture it on camera. But I took a few shots.
But Bella and I finally made it to our goal. Though this guy was passing through:
But then I reached the old pecan tree. It fell over way back 11 years ago during the big ice storm of 2007. There were 2 of them; huge, old. The other one didn't make it, but this one lived and has thrived; miraculously.
I snagged a few off the limbs I could reach; most of them were way up in the air.