Down Rt. 117

I woke up to a foggy Sunday morning,

grabbed my camera and went for a short ride eastward, down Rt. 117 .

Lower Village Cemetery in Stow

St. Bridget's Cemetary, Maynard

St. Bridget's Cemetery, Maynard.

I love the stone wall and the dried leaves that bring out the brown tones in the stones.

Frost tipped grass.

A flock of wild turkeys on a field next to the side of the road in Sudbury.

I wanted to get closer but wasn't brave enough.

An old pickup truck in the field by the intersection of 117 and Sudbury Road.

For years I've been wanting to stop to take a picture.

Lee's Bridge by Sudbury River.

Sudbury River

Private? road just after Lee's Bridge.

Farmer's equipment at Drumlin Farm.

At this point I had to turn around and pick up some bagels

for my family at home.

The early morning was magical.

Even though I was on a major route, it was nice and quiet.

I like how the fog adds a little mystique

and how things in the distance appear colorless.

I wish it was foggy more often.

I don't know about you guys, but even as I found nature to be magical that morning, I have a difficult time finding Christmas spirit without the snow.

Today I made an effort to start making it feel like Christmas is approaching, at least inside the house. I guess I hadn't done much of that. It helped a bit. But I still want snow.

What are you guys doing to get in the mood?

Do you need snow?