|Aspen in the Mists by J. Binford-Bell|
We are having a glorious fall and everyone with a camera, or these days even just a smart phone, is out trying to record the magic. For those of us that live here it often becomes about getting that unique view. We stand on our heads, do back bends and walk for miles looking for that special perspective nobody else has captured. Sometimes the weather helps. Last night we had snow and this morning a thick fog.
|Through the fog by J. Binford-Bell|
|Blowing in the wind by J. Binford-Bell|
The day before we had gale force winds which provided a sweep to lone stands of aspens already effected by the colder than normal nights to produce oranges and reds. The winds blew one of these brilliant trees down, and I found myself in a more somber mood.
|For the fallen by J. Binford-Bell|
|Horizons through the fog by J. Binford-Bell|
Fall seems the most fleeting of seasons as if the glory of the colors and the remaining good days to be out and about cannot last for long. Soon it will be winter and all the beautiful leaves will be on the ground, in our memories or on our computers.
|Snow on the rose by J. Binford-Bell|
So sad as it is my most favorite of seasons.