It's hard to believe these were taken just a few short (warmer) weeks ago. We had grass back then; grass that wasn't suffering with pockmarks from territorial moose who decided that the Charles' backyard was a good place to set up camp. Here are a few end-of-fall shots to remind us what life was like before the frozen tundra. I love crisp autumn evenings after Wes gets off of work. The best of life happens then.
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You have your Daddy's talent for photography, Rach.
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