If I were pressed, I would have to say, Fall is my favorite season. While Spring brings flowers, and winter snow… Fall intrigues us with it’s beguiling colors and flirtatious change in season. Winter is coming she tells us… if only.
Fields of fallen leaves drop from the trees above and crunch below our feet as they blow across the forest floor.
To me, it’s a magical time; one of re-birth, re-newal, and change.
My friend, Maureen, asked me the other day if I had ever been to Potato Lake. I promised her I would take some pix to share so she could see it.
It’s been quite some time since I was last there. Last time the small circular lake was surrounded by yellow quacking aspens making the lake aglow. It reminded me of Lockett Meadow with the burst of color on a smaller scale.
Unfortunately, on this visit, I think I could count the aspens, as there were very few left. Most had burned up or fallen down. Such a pity.
In the absence of aspens, a ton of new crawdads have taken up residence. Always fascinating how where one thing falls another rises up.
It seems too early, not even in October yet, but there is a definite chill in the air and you can feel winter is coming. So we decided to do a scouting trip to check out Fall Colors.
It’s a strange year, as some leaves are just turning from their resident bright green to shades of pale green. Other maples are in full color and even falling to the ground floor.
It certainly isn’t in full color, as the leaves are patchy only in some areas. There’s no denying it though… it has started early, with more to come. I love the mosaic tapestries that the leaves and tangle of trees weaves. It’s fascinating to watch this myriad of color dot the landscape.
It’s always fun and challenging to try to capture this awesome season and convey it’s many splendors.
One of the easiest and most beautiful fall color outings to get to outside of the ‘big city’ is Lockett Meadow. It’s only 20 minutes from Flagstaff and yields awesome concentrations of full color yellowing aspens.
The characteristic white trunks and silver dollar yellow leaves make these aspen fields stand out in their stunning beauty. It’s a great place to go for the day, for a picnic, and just soak in nature at it’s finest.
It’s been an early fall. I wrote about it first here. As such the leaves are already starting to dissipate. Compounded by our gusty winds, the leaves are definitely falling as we are getting ready for winter. But for now we are enjoying the last hurrah of what has been a gorgeous Fall here on the mountain.
We tend to go to Vegas fairly often. The first thing everyone assumes is we like to gamble. Actually, not so much. For us, Vegas isn’t about gambling. It’s about the art, photography , and food. We eat stunning meals, helmed by amazing chefs, and then walk it off as we wander aimless through the miles of eye candy. Eye candy that is art, color, and lots of photographic fodor. The whole idea that someone built a very reasonable facsimile to Paris, INSIDE a building, is just plain remarkable. The imagination and creativity is fantastic.
The decorations are seasonal, and change constantly, so there is always something new to see. I can only imagine the creative staff sitting around in their morning meetings having some conversation… ‘ so Fall is coming… what speaks Fall to you?. How about birds migrating, sitting on power poles, flying about? And we have to have a pumpkin? How about a pumpkin head person? Why not? Let’s build it.’ INSIDE a building, mind you. Really?! Wow!
There is art in art stores…
There is art in purse stores and other unseeming places.. inside and out.
It’s a pleasure to walk around and through… ever changing, and ever interesting… and delicious, in more ways than one.