The golden glow of the Aspens in the morning light.
Two chickadees singing a-dee-dee-dee with a nuthatch honking as the leaves rustle in the breeze.
The crows gurgling and woodpeckers pecking in the distance.
Sights and sounds of the forest on a morning hike.
Fall seems to be lingering this year in the high county. The temperatures seem somewhat mild, the skies the bluest of blue and the Aspen trees holing onto their leaves just a little bit longer. Taking a cue from nature we lingered as well. Watching the Aspens release their leaves into the mild breezes and sitting in the fall grass looking up at thistles and blue september skies. Linger when you can because September has come and gone the days are getting ever shorter.
When we spotted this Juvenile Black Crowned Night Heron in a tree at sunset he took off flew a quick circle and landed agin on the smallest thinest branch of the tree. Wobbling back and forth flapping his wings to keep steady….kids will be kids.
A Red winged Blackbird ushering October. His breeding colors are fading and soon it will be time to head for warmer climes but today he welcomes in the new month with a lovely morning song.
Oh to be a teenager.
A young common merganser enjoys a sunny fall afternoon lounging on a rock in Sting Lake. Grand Teton National Park, WY.
When fall first comes you feel the sunlight change, the pond becomes just a bit quieter and the clouds look a specific way.
We each have developed a feeling of fall depending on where we live but when fall comes you can feel it with all you senses.
Looking at the Tetons on an early fall afternoon it felt just like fall to me.
Ahhh…one last bath on a fine fall day. A Magpie bathing in a small pond as the sun shines on an unseasonably warm fall afternoon.
We were up high in the mountains a week or two ago and much to our surprise there were numerous butterflies going about their business even as the nights have been cold and the flowers have long died out for this season. Must be slim pickings this time of year for this wonderful comma butterfly foraging on Lichen, Rocks and Spruce.
Photographed near treeline in Rocky Mountain National Park.
Todays post is a tribute Christy’s father Vern who passed away last week at 87 years of age. Vern was a thoughtful and humble man with a deep respect for nature. Vern’s worked ceaselessly to make his yard a welcoming and comfortable place for the animals which inhabited the foothills outside of Denver, CO. These photos taken in his yard seem a fitting tribute to a great man who said much with few words.
More fall colors up high in the mountains of Central Colorado. Aspens are glowing down below so it’s time to get out and get a few photos.
nature has no boss 
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