None of the prompts for today's blog post moves any creative bones left in my tired body.
I scan through my iPhone camera roll. There has to be something here. (When will I learn to squirrel away posts when the words flow?)
Local farmstand, fall. Lots of little pumpkins. The collection of small gourds for the Thanksgiving table begins. They last until after Christmas, even after the New Year. I cannot tell you why I pick this one over that one. One or two always set themselves apart.
Direct sun is a photographic minefield. But this shot is cool.