One particular Silverleaf Linden sitting in the perfect corner at the base of the foothills.
Not the most terrible way to wake up, although I won’t be saying that come next May.
Leta’s favorite holiday. Wait. No. Christmas is her favorite holiday. And then her birthday. And then Marlo’s birthday. WHY AM I MAKING HER CHOOSE.
Yes, another image of the fall foliage. And some mountains. And a road. There’s a cloud, too.
Walks with the dogs in autumn look like this. It’ll do, I guess.
Coming out the western side of Guardsman Pass before heading down into the valley: a postcard from Utah.
In the running to be one of my favorite photos of the year.
Cue that one Coldplay song about the thing and the thing.
The surprises of the yard unfolding each season.
If my children’s hair were a tree.