Forgive me father for I have sinned. Or rather forgive me father for I have complained unjustly. About a month ago, I mouthed off about the drabness of autumn in Paris. And while I stand by my earlier comments that a Paris fall is no match for the vibrancy you find in the hills of Virginia or the byways of New England, I have since found some fall colors to brighten my mood. So in interest of full disclosure, here they are for all to view.
Misty morning in the Bois de Boulogne
Patterns on the water; these leaves in the basin of a fountain were swirling in a circle, almost hypnotically
Hydrangeas in the garden of the Musee de la Vie Romantique