As a summer baby, I'm inclined to bundle up at the first signs of fall. Over the weekend, I pulled out my favorite puffy coat and finally made it to the pumpkin patch. My jacket felt like overkill until the wind picked up - then I was all about that faux fur.
We were so lucky + had the chance to explore the farm almost all to ourselves. This meant no line for funnel cake ;) Also, there was no competition while we picked our pumpkin. It's tradition to choose one of the tiniest we can find.
Photographer | Chris Marciano