Yesterday morning, early, I rolled the garbage can out to the side of the road.
And decided to take a few early-morning, sun-rising fall photos. Of the maple trees. And the fog.
Then I looked west down the road.
And saw the fallen apples.
outside the fog line
casting shadows near the bridge
on Whiskey Hill Road’s shoulder
fall apples, wasting away
I’m thankful I could see those apples at that time of day in that kind of lighting with that kind of background.