East coast fall color is addictively beautiful. So when that is combined with another passion of mine, namely history...well, and photography, great things happen. This particular slice of amber glory is from the Fredericksburg battlefield in Virginia, site of a major clash between the Union and Confederate armies in 1862. A battle now quitely remembered by grave markers, gravel paths and trees. Lots of trees. 
Not in stature of course, but this little guy was a diehard. The hockey culture at the alma mater starts from a young age, clearly. 
Pretty much everyone who visits DC has pictures of the monuments at night but it's such a beautiful scene that it's hard to resist a photo shoot of my own. It was difficult to pick just two, so more may resurface at a later date but as a start, here's the Washington Monument. 
Possibly the happiest night of my life to date: my first NHL game. Caps vs Bruins. I may not care about either team all that much but the sheer electricity of the atmosphere sent my hockey loving heart into ecstatic palpitations of joy.
Being originally from the flattest of flat portions of this country of ours, I tend to get really excited upon encountering hills. (If you didn't grow up in the Midwest/Planes states, you just won't understand.) This past weekend's road trip through the Appalachians offered 7 hours of mountain geeking out thrills. A quick stop at the Sideling Hill rest stop and a fall photo shoot ensued. A beautiful drive through beautiful country at the most beautiful time of year.
