If it's November, I must be in Tennessee. Actually, I just got back from Tennessee. And you know how much I love seeing this stuff.
When cotton was picked by hand instead of machine, there never would have been this much cotton left over. But machines are faster you know. Maybe someday in the future, one of us will be wearing a cotton shirt that came from one of these blocks of cotton.
Sometimes, if I'm not too antsy to get home, my return trip might include a detour to the lake area. This is taken atop Kentucky Dam. Bright sunny day, but bitter biting wind.
When I daydream about winning the lottery, my daydreams always include a lakefront cabin somewhere around here.