Where the Lions Are

A recent family funeral resulted in a road trip, one that coincides with the first fall color in the Poconos. Some of the changing leaves are yet subtle,


while others are a little brighter.


Others are enhanced by someone else’s perspective,


while some are quite colorful of their own right:


A glimpse of the backyard foliage and funeral flowers:


Elsewhere in the neighborhood I visited


there was this fellow, his antlers a barely noticeable novelty.


And if you’re wondering where the lions are


they’re right here, too.

This entry was published on October 5, 2013 at 2:57 am and is filed under remembering, road trip. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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