In my town every season is distinct and beautiful. Almost as if my town is in another world. Fall, especially, is magical to the point of mysterious. The trees alone create such beautiful and amazingly natural stories by themselves. I have never seen such brilliant and ever changing abundance of colors as I have here. The town may be small but all of its natural beauty is huge. From its history and beginnings to its long preserved covered bridges, this towns wonder could be a postcard everyday.

A quaint small town that prides itself in its historical presence. Each person living here is part of the beginning. The natural beauty in every season gives a sense of wonderment each and everyday.

The perfect day in my town is when the temperature is 70 degrees and the sky is an amazing blue with clouds so perfect and white they seem to sing. Almost surreal they are. I have never seen such a natural display of beauty. The air is crisp and smells of comfort.

Every picture I have taken has been on a whim. I could be driving down the street look around and literally have to stop and capture what I see. From the river to a simple maple tree to the old broken wooden tiny house they all tell a story and I must freeze that moment.

Haven’t had one yet.

The many places you can explore each with their own story.

It couldn’t be just one. It would have to be a combination of many.

Xavier Rudd, Eddie Vedder Pearl Jam, CS Lewis