In between foreign policy readings and debate watching, I felt the call of the "gypsy blood" that William Bliss references. To the gravel roads I sped, with windows down, this playlist, my camera and no set agenda.
Don't be fooled, all photos were taken at 0 MPH (no "rules of the road" were broken here). The bystander, however, might have questioned my sense of direction, stopping every few hundred feet to soak up the warm, autumn air and grab a few shots.
The most memorable, the corn stalk, was taken while standing on a fence shortly before a deer made an appearance and I made a quick exit.
Apart from the Indiana sky, the Indiana autumn is pure beauty. The Oh Hellos sing of "beauty in the way of things." October, friends, encompasses that beauty.