Promises of Winter  rain chills the air as we look out  with no little horror.   leaves hang on grimly after seasonal death.  then i wonder: do ghosts know  that it's over?   banana yellow in autumn sunshine,  i made that picture  about three years ago.   this pleases me, but i'd like a chance to do it all again.  it is fun looking through the viewfinder,  selecting something that appeals to my eye.