Autumn draws its curtain and with it a close to the first stage of our adventure in Blighty. Now begins the dark part of the year when the skies gloom over. The fogs have started, sometimes lingering the entire day. The sun is late to rise and she finds the horizon sooner. Driving at night has become an out-of-body experience.

 The other morning I heard the radio say 60% of all Britons would prefer to live somewhere else. Not surprising. This photo was taken around 3:30 on a Sunday afternoon. Granted it was cloudy and the fog was rolling in but this is Suffolk, folks. Snow is for the Scots.

 We're doing fine, but there's no denying that life eventually finds its habits no matter where you are or what you do. I've been feeling listless and my work suffers. Maybe the past year has finally caught up. Time to crash, or gather strength for new creations.

 Enjoy the shots and drop a line when you can. Happy Thanksgiving, too!

 "In proud and grateful memory of those men of the United States Army Air Force who from these friendly isles flew their final flight and met their God. They knew not the hour, the day, or the manner of their passing when far from home they were called to join that heroic band of airmen who had gone before. May they rest in peace."

- From the chapel ceiling of the American Cemetery, Cambridge, England, honoring the fallen of the US Army Air Force. In 1947, this service unit became the US Air Force.

Well, we finally gave in after months and months of pleading. Arthur is a handsome and personable English rabbit, and Charlie is his shy companion who has acquired a taste for Elena's rain coats. We keep them penned inside the garage, and let them out when it's dry. On warm days Chris walks Arthur around the green. It's quite a sight to see him out for a stroll with his rabbit hopping along on a lead, but it's an eccentricity the local folk seem to appreciate.

   These days, Suffolk is often obsured by a ghostly mist.                                                                                                                                                     The American Cemetery, outside Cambridge, honors American armed and merchant service personnel who died in the European Theater during World War II. There are no graves, only markers for those dead whose bodies were never recovered or identified.