North Africa offers little by way of fall colors. The only fall colors one is likely to encounter are those that result from dying grass, unless a person lives or works at an American school where grass is regularly watered.
My weekend in the United States fell at a lovely time of year, a curious season when beauty results from the process of dying.
While I was in my hometown, I discovered that the McDonald’s restaurant, at which I worked the summer after I graduated from high school, had been leveled. It was old and needed to be removed from this earth, for only in its death could a new edifice for food, folks and fun be born.Happy McRenaissance. Good luck and Godspeed.
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I can also think of another time when beauty resulted from death...
HE's so cool.
Reminds me of how I was thinking recently that the concept of the creation being frustrated to decay could actually be a good thing.
If you're dying for a further taste of Fall while over there, I found Ifrane a good bet.
Ah, Fall, when the lovely greens of summer give way to vibrant oranges and yellows, which then requires the use of a rake. Lovely to look at, a pain to clean up. Unless of course, you like to jump into those piles.
I miss Fall - it is my favorite season!
Thank you for sharing your pictures - how was the wedding?
Wierd. How'd my previous comment go anon?
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