|Margie with the Peaks of Otter behind her.|
|The trees were luminous.|
|Singing to us at lunch.|
That brilliant sun made for some difficult photography, but
when it was behind a bank of red or yellow leaves, they became luminescent and simply glorious.
We had the added benefit at lunch of being serenaded by a lovely woman playing her autoharp and singing traditional ballads (and even a Gospel or two) in the restaurant. Simply wondrous voice, she had.
Here's some of what it all looked like.
|Cattails along the lake at the Peaks.|
|A lunchtime view of the lake, Peaks.|
|The Peaks of Otter on a lovely November afternoon.|
|Margie matching the Peaks in beauty and in browns.|