Just about every day in New Hampshire is beautiful. Surprisingly, physically beautiful. Rarely does a day go by that I am not in some small way amazed by the natural appeal of the state. For the first couple of months I felt like I was at summer camp minus the frito pie. Now that the snow has come it's starting to feel more like the Mongolian Steppe, but I hear the Mongolian Steppe is lovely this time of year. In either case I still take great joy in daily looking at the San Antonio weather forecast, and smiling that it ain't super sweaty outside.
Here are some pictures of some colorful trees.
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