Southern fall

Although I grew up in the west, I've long been fascinated by the east coast, particularly for its abundant trees. I do love the trees. For the past several years, I look forward to driving and/or cycling aimlessly while the trees change.



In the south, it is not just the hills that change marvelous colors. No, every canopy-covered road along my daily 15-minute commute becomes a study in relaxation and wonderment. And even trees that stand alone are intoxicating.