Birch trees in color.

This is just a scene that almost drove my wife insane. I would see a photograph that I had to have and so I would stop along the side of the highway and walk until I spotted the perfect composition for that photograph.

One time in Minnesota during the month of December my aunt and uncle drove us out in the country, and I would yell, "Stop, there is a perfect photograph". I never did live that trip down, I was made fun of  every time I would see that aunt and uncle. Oh well, that is the life of a photographer.