Saturday morning was a beautiful, foggy autumn morning. Motor Man and I were up early, so we drove all around our little part of the country. Believe it or not, I took a few pictures.
This was taken just before sunrise from the bridge in the nearby little waterfront village of Rescue.
Once we crossed the bridge, Motor Man turned around, so I could get pictures from the other side.
I can usually count on the scene from this little bridge, which crosses Jones Creek, to be picturesque.
Leaving Rescue, heading home, we pass through Battery Park, another tiny waterfront village. This buoy marker, just off shore, is in the Pagan River.
And, as is usually the case, the best view of all is the one from home.
~The End.~
these days of mine 