...perhaps it happened while I was in Portsmouth, NH with J&C.
...or while I sat in traffic staring at my favorite bridge.
...or during a belated birthday celebration with family.
Maybe it drown in this huge margarita at Logan Airport?
Possibly my girlfriends are blindly chasing October up a hill in Bryson City, NC?
Said girlfriends also looked for said month in a bottle of fabric dye.
No luck.
I suspect there is a bit of October hiding in the valley of the Nantahala River...
and definitely under the morning clouds.
Maybe I thought October was hiding in the Fells.
Maybe it came and went while I modeled this bonnet?
It was decidedly not tucked under this chile relleno.
2 comments:
Such fun photos. Seriously though, I agree, where did October go?
Gorge Liz of the fells and of the morning clouds. And I think you rocked that bonnet.
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