neighborhood finds

Being born on Long Island and having lived some time in New England, right about now I start craving signs of Autumn. The pumpkins they have shipped in to the Whole Foods don't really do it for me. I decided to take a walk around my neighborhood this evening in search of Austin's Autumn. I did find some fall color plus a couple of other added bonuses.

Mr. Johnson

Last week our Bouldin Creek neighborhood lost one of it's most beloved neighbors, Mr. Johnson. I took this photo of him a few years ago when I was out in my front garden and he walked by on one of his daily walks. He always stopped to talk with me a bit, telling tales of the Austin he knew long ago. I always enjoyed those conversations and will miss him very much.

stella