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what a beautiful photo! happy WW

Country Dawn

Ah now THAT is a lovely walk... I have fall color in mine, too...


This definitely draws me into it. Beautiful shot. My WW is up too.


I could live on that road. Happy WW!

And Miles To Go...

such depth in that picture!! very lovely

captain lifecruiser

Ahhhh.... such a dreamy photo.... How lovely to take a stroll in there!!!! The best of mother nature...


Wish I was wandering down that road...

Happy WW!


Wow, great photo - takes me right there! Thank you.


Now that does look like a blue ridge dream...nice shot.


My kind of place!


A lovely shot! It does draw you in and make you long to meander down that road. I like the way the light illuminates the trees.

Dallas Meow

I can smell that fresh air!


Wow, beautiful photo. Thanks for sharing!


such a stunning colorful photo!


Beautiful! I have to say that though the colors have been awfully late in coming, they haven't disappointed like I feared they would.

Lisa Milton

So dreamy - I want to take my walk there.

Strawberry Lane

Another great photo. So inviting!

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