We have one cypress tree on our pond. I went out several times to photograph it, trying to capture the rusty glow. Photos at dawn, photos around noon, photos close to sundown. All of them looked flat; I couldn’t capture the aura I saw around the tree.
This photo came the closest to the color I saw. Couldn’t get this color in any photo with the whole tree. The tree is bare now so I will have to wait until next year to try again. 
Breakfast time on Lady Bird Lake.
This is what people hiking up to the summit of Enchanted Rock look like to people who are hiking around the base of Enchanted Rock.
Two tiny human dots way up there
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Ghost Riders in the Sky
Leaning against the sink, Frances closed her eyes, trying to decide. Should she stay? She needed a sign.
The counter quivered. She looked up, saw a buffalo stampede erupting out of the dawn’s mist. As they approached, she saw their black horns, red eyes, steel hooves. The massive herd darkened the prairie, yet the sunrise flickered through them.
A cowboy appeared outside her window, his horse rearing up. He looked straight at her; her blood ran cold. Running outside, Frances mounted the second horse that wasn’t there a second ago and rode off chasing the phantom herd into the light.
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This is my 75th Friday Fictioneer story. Moving right along!
It's a long story ... 