A seasonal transition is underway. Bobbie wanders flowerless tundra, nipped yellow by frost and a settling sun. It was a lush alpine season, though, besotted by slow moving monsoons. We alternately gave thanks and cursed the weather gods, but in the end are grateful for every drop of rain. To everything a season, be it flora, fauna, or Life itself.
Ms Autumn will roll into Lovely Ouray any day now, and we'll have one last hurrah before folding into the grip of inevitable winter. Chlorophyl beats a retreat. Cottonwoods drop their glorious garb, revealing ghastly, twisted limbs. Who will dance with a wallflower Cottonwood?
Aspen will soon undress and turn Pennsylvania gray. Storm tracks will shift from Gulf Stream south to Bering Sea north. And us? Well, we will follow the sun, meeting Ms Autumn down the road, again in Zion and again in Madera's magical canyon, a symphony of birdsong and gurgling water.
|I want to age gracefully, like this old truck. It still has all its teeth, but could use some new glasses :))|
|Outside Zion's Gateway community of Springdale there is an outdoor venue for plays and concerts. It's set among sheer walls of red rock cliffs not unlike Red Rocks outside of Denver. I imagine players on the stage, but prefer to see them in person|
|Depending on who you ask, either The Three Sisters or Three Nuns, In Arches National Park…by your's truly.|
|Halloween comes early to Lovely Ouray...|
|Another Ansel Adams moment in Silverton|
|Pleasant Valley overlook, Leon, with his shirt off as usual, and me, fully clothed as should be|
|"White Rim" View from Dead Horse|
|The Cottage that lies in wait for tired RV'ers...|
|An Ansel Adams moment among the Tetons|
|Lovely Ouray's sentinel, Twin Peaks and Little Sister|
|Don't believe Boonie when he babels on and on about pointless postcards and meretricious scenery, he spends most of the summer in Colorful Colorado, after all.|
|At the end of The Road...|