The leaves on the tree outside my window turn a brilliant yellow come fall, illuminating my room with a lovely warm light. I couldn't help but clip the last of our roses to take their picture in the glow. The leaves are gone now, taking their light with them.
It's always a pleasure to shoot pictures of missionaries. There's just something about a person who's willing to spend the next two years in service and study. Good luck Bridger! Or should I say Elder Battaglia?