"When the moon shines on the Blue Ridge mountains,
And it seems I can hear my sweetheart call,
How I long to be near to my darling,
When the golden leaves begin to fall"
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Title and lyrics from the Bill Monroe song, but the Wayfaring Strangers do a nice version, toowhich I was listening to while finishing this....
I've been very unproductive lately... Haven't taken many photos, and haven't processed many of the few I've taken. Maybe the arrival of fall colors and the change of seasons will kick start me.
