It was a fall morning. We were given a weekend away and had specific locations to choose from. Santa Cruz was the closest and we'd never been there before. Jim so willingly got up early in the morning with me to go and walk the streets of Santa Cruz so I could get some shots before all of the people came out. There was so much detail everywhere, with the long sidewalks, the benches along the way (some with occupants just waking up from a cold night's sleep), the block on the walls, the windows with lights showcasing a perfect display. Seeing that the leaves were just about off of all the trees and feeling the crispness in the air gave me a cozy feeling knowing soon the days would all be crisp.