This is the west side of our mountain. The property line is right about halfway and goes over the top. This is the view out the driver side of the vehicle as you travel down the county road.
Just more pretty color. This is down a logging road at the house on Bradshaw mountain where my parents house-sit for a lady who travels to California during winter.
If the wind blows too hard, the rest of the color will blow away. The leaves are falling and it won't be long before the limbs are bare. The title pic is a dogwood with next spring's bloom lying in wait.