In autumn’s golden light she stands, a window worn by time, reflecting stories of the past from seasons left behind…
Etna, Ohio
I’m pretty sure an axe murderer lives here… 😂 but there was something beautiful about this abandoned farm glowing in the last golden light of the day.
But once the sun slipped below the horizon and the shadows started getting a little too… you know, shadowy… I was gone faster than Scooby-Doo and Shaggy leaving a haunted mansion! Lol!
Golden hour was over, and I’m convinced axe-murderer shift was beginning. So, yeah… I wasn’t sticking around for the changing of the guard. 😳😂
Happy first day of Fall! 🍂
Crock’s Thoughts 