There was a magical moment when the sunrise lit up the painted landscape...
...and buzzards slept overhead, waiting for warmer air...
when the splendor of Great Falls surrounded us.
We hiked along watching the show, and spotted fallen leaves drifting off.
Oh, but the trees had more golden leaves waiting for us along the way. Robert Frost, where are you?
...and buzzards slept overhead, waiting for warmer air...
when the splendor of Great Falls surrounded us.
We hiked along watching the show, and spotted fallen leaves drifting off.
Oh, but the trees had more golden leaves waiting for us along the way. Robert Frost, where are you?
1 comment:
Love your photos Jane. And, who needs Robert Frost when we have your verse.
I especially liked your capture of the fall colors and water compositions. Thanks. jill
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