life of a georgia Artist

 This season sits differently with me. Something about the light always stops me in my tracks. It is when I take the most photos; it is when I picnic outside. It is the time of year that moves me to achieve things, chase my dreams, and relax. The yard doesn't need to be mowed. The hedges are frozen in time until spring, and I get to relax. Today I am going to a new bookstore. They have books, but pens and stationery as well. It is a happy place for me. I am bogged down at work and way behind. Ive been fightin a viral infection and it took me out for a while. The colors aer just coming into peak and therefore I did not miss their magic. I love the colors, the crunching under my feet and all that comes along with this seasons. This is my happy time, my sweater weather, my joy, my love of this earth, this is where I belong. In Autumn. Soon the season will change. Thanksgiving is coming, then Christmas, and before you know it, spring. In other news, @bellagracemagazine publishes anothe...