Fall is the soft shoulder of seasons, releasing us from the heat of summer, gently guiding us towards the inevitable, relentless cold of winter. Come enjoy these aesthetic photos and a virtual trip with me to Crested Butte, an epicenter of autumn foliage.
Kissed by sunlight at the day's end; flanked by golden aspens; the ground cover turned russet by frost. I wonder where the dirt road leads?
Enjoy what is right in front of you. Don't just rush down the road.
Just a little bit of light makes the difference, like a little bit of hope. We all need a touch of that.
There are times that we have expectations; like aspens in fall are gold. If we let the expectations drop, we get more than we expected.
Without the sun hitting the tips of these bare aspens, they would have looked dull and uninteresting. Without our brightness, that is how we appear.
The timing of capturing two gondolas meeting reminds me of what seems like a chance meeting between people. You need to be patient and ready.
In training, following the fence line allows the horse to pace itself without much rider interference. We all move most confidently at our own pace.
Yellow aspens on a hillside surround some larger pine trees. Sometimes it is what is below the surface that is the strength of the forest: the roots.
A set of bear claw marks are embedded on the bark of an aspen tree. "I am here."