I guess I just could resist the pretty leaves. That’s what happened.
It was just one of those ridiculously wonderful fall days in Salt Lake that was still warm enough for a light cardigan, but chilly enough to justify boots. It just wanted its picture taken–I could tell. We found a cute little apple orchard, dragged out the old tripod, set that baby up and went to town. Poor Andrew. I have no idea how long I made him sit on the ground with mushy apples while I got the camera all set up, but gosh he was patient.
Now I might just have to make Christmas cards or something.