I was fearful ... a seriously dry summer sometimes leads to a relatively dull, if not photographically uninteresting autumn. To hedge my bets, last Foto-Friday, I posted images from spectacular autumns past ...
But over the last several days, I hung out in the Pocono Mountains of N.E. Pennsylvania with my fishing-and-Philly-street-corner boys from the fifties (our second reunion after forty-plus years) and, while the fishing sucked big-time, the unsurpassed experience of being reunited with life-long friends did not disappoint.
Fishing everyday from sunrise to sunset, then, in the evenings, watching on TV, the Phillies move towards (hopefully) a third World Series in the last three seasons ... as they say ... "It doesn't get any better than this" (good health and family of course, in perspective being better)."
The camera and the fly rod were my additional companions and, I am about to show in new photos, the possible harbinger of a colorful autumn.
I tossed in a couple of sunsets from the reunion as well (After all, Man does not live by fishing, foliage and Phillies alone).
Hope you like the pix.
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