Last Sunday I took a walk with camera in hand. For those of us who are landlocked in the Midwest...away from the mountain streams or ocean's shore...we seek out quiet walkways of our own.

On any given Sunday in this small Midwest town...solitude waits for us just as surely as the stream comforts or the lapping of the ocean's waves breaking on the shore puts ones mind at ease. This small town belonged to me that Sunday. Today, Tuesday and Wednesday I would like to take you with me as I walked down the leaf covered brick sidewalks...took in the musk drifting from the fallen leaves and the occasional scent of burning leaves drifting my way. The sound of the crisp leaves giving way under my footsteps assured me that Autumn had arrived. I crossed from one street to the other past the greenhouse and through the wooden gated doors to the street beyond... a maze of greens, limes, yellow and oranges were there to guide me down another brick sidewalk.

I always come away from moments like these relaxed, at peace and ready to face the week ahead. Each year, there is one day in each Season where everything is perfect...whether it is Spring, Summer, Winter or Fall...this day was that one perfect day in Autumn.

Dan