The rivers pace has slowed as the mountain snowmelt that gives it life has become a trickle.
The summer sun has moved to the south and the shadows are getting long.
The golden colors shout look at me yet whisper of the winter that is to come.
Deep in the Rio Grande gorge, Nov 13th, 2016.
An old friend at a local park. Lost his right arm in the windstorm of 63 but is still going strong and happy to tell you a story if you are willing to sit and listen for a bit.
Standing at the ponds edge I could not help but feel the pond was quietly looking back at me.
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.
The grass is brown and the Aspen leaves range form green to yellow to golden and red.
No calendar required, Autumn is here today.
Outside of Fraser, CO.
You can almost feel the oxygen being produced in this forest. Breathe it in and soak it up. Along the Juan de Fuca trail on Vancouver Island.
With the bottom of their acorn vault looking depleted a pair of Acorn Woodpeckers makes their way towards the top shelf of their tree. The first one confidently leading the way as if saying follow me. I love the colors and the button eyes of these guys.
When there is nothing to do much gets done.
Perhaps the best path to take is not always the straightest.
Lefty standing stoic and tall even with his right arm gone. He is one of my best friends at a nearby local park silently whispering advice each time I walk by.
nature has no boss 
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