It is a haunted place, haunted by old gods and now by new people possessed by spirits all their own. Jungians from all over are drawn here as irresistibly as flies to pheromones, knowing that they can find in this enchanted sky-country the very incarnations of their archetypes and demons.
In racing around campus in a cart, fixing machinery and holding tools, I couldn't help but notice Trevecca's participation in Autumn. I was able to get these pictures before the landscaping brigades swept through with their leaf-blowers.