Election day, late in the afternoon, we were on our way to vote. The sun hung low in the sky and its rays slanted across the landscape. Photographers call it the "golden hour", when everything seems to be infused with an amber glow. "She Who Must Not Be Named" was behind the wheel so I was free to take pictures. Here's a bit of what we saw as we drove to the polls.
The leaves may be well past their peak, but the golden brown of late autumn is still a wonderful sight here in the gorgeous commonwealth.