"Bright summer days are now over,
Green leaves will all soon be gone,
Fresh landscapes are turning golden
Like solid rays of the sun.
Lingering trees in the distance
Filling my heart to the most,
My life will turn in the meantime
Into unsubstantial ghost."
~ Autumn

Late November on the Mountain Fork River in Oklahoma, the rising sun finally casts its golden touch upon the river's bank. Most of Autumn has peaked here and become a ghost, but along the river there lingers some golden spell, where the last pockets of colored resistance greets the day.

It was a pleasure to spend my day after Thanksgiving morning waking up and exploring this land and river, all part of my dear Aunt Jeanne's back yard of her cabin.