Today there is sun. Flickers fly back and forth from the house eaves. I am not sure what they are eating. Snow has melted at our elevation. The bare branches of late fall bring a different architecture of light to the landscape.
Yesterday I walked along Big Knife Creek. The bright colors are gone from the leaves. Only the Cottonwood leaves still have a little yellow. The leaves on the ground had a fuzzy layer of frost and a subtle earthy palette. The leaves in the water are now mostly rusty browns. I did find a few more photographs from a couple weeks ago when the leaves still held some of their vibrancy as they were transitioning.
A watery fold of red, a bright sheen ― a recognition of the fluidity of all life as we move through this world.
My walking partner Jordy the Samoyed