At the beginning of December, the first snow fell as the leaves were still on this majestic lone oak tree less than a mile from our front door. The associated frost was the kiss of death for the leaves, leaving a fringe of gold the next morning. Photograph by: Mike Page
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At the beginning of December, the first snow fell as the leaves were still on this majestic lone oak tree less than a mile from our front door. The associated frost was the kiss of death for the leaves, leaving a fringe of gold the next morning. Photograph by: Mike Page
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