- Percy Bysshe Shelley
I'm trying to take as many photos as I can while the colors are
here,which is never long enough.
There's just something about Indiana in the Fall...I love it.
The brown corn and bean fields stretching for miles down the little country roads,and the trees all ablaze with color. The sky never seems bluer than it is in autumn,and the air never fresher.
To me anyway. :-)