Jesus is thus revealed as a scam artist.

It was kind of wierd looking; bright green and dark pink haphazardly spurting out in no particular pattern.

Yet a different plant with bright magenta berries. I always think of fall colors as being red, orange, brown and yellow, but intense dark pinks and magentas obviously need to be added to my mental autumn palette.

You know how I love taking pictures of bees. Well these bees were clinging to the goldenrod for dear life. It was really windy. But then I realized that the bees weren't moving; they were clutching the stems in a true death grip. I can't blame them... the goldenrods are a beautiful final resting place. I will miss the bees till I meet up with their children next spring... the cycle of life is at once sad and incredibly magnificent.

























