The autumnal foliage in our ankle of the woods was an underachiever this year. We didn't get a full blush of colors, but there were some pleasing vistas to be seen, like this early November afternoon in the rutted Durrett driveway.
Some strenuous hiking upward yielded this pair of images. Yellow was the color of the moment inside north Georgia's Amicalola Falls State Park, near Dahlonega.
White hot was the color of the torment inside north Georgia's Mike, near collapse.
A good pal, Burbank's Frank, comments from California:
"Great photos. I envy you -- we don't get that much change in leaf color around here. However, around this time of year, the roving gangs do tend to dress in more festive hues, so that's nice."
