About this time last year, I had a post entitled “Golden Fall”. Yes, the title says it all. We don’t have much reds in our fall, no maples, but we have foliage like gold.
Here are some photos I took after returning from Toronto a few days ago, just in time to witness the changing of the seasons and catch the last remaining songbirds before they fly south. This is ‘my Pond’, home at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.
An Orange-crowned Warbler in the golden foliage. It’s goodbye until next Spring, my avian friend:
Here’s another one. Olive against red.
A ‘Where’s Waldo’ puzzle for you:
The White-breasted Nuthatch against a watercolour backdrop:
Two-frame capture of a shy subject. See it in both?
Home is where you know every path and turn, where to shoot with the sun at your back for the best light, and where to look for your friends whatever the season, to wave goodbye as they leave, and then welcome them back for another new lease.