.jacked

gallery

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt. Author: William Allingham.. This image was shot at Patoka Lake. Behind the tree dense fog covered the water. Hope you enjoy, all comments are enjoyed. Dwight.