A very intense rose makes a late splash in an image taken just yesterday.
I will miss this wonderful summer, even as I embrace my long time lover, autumn.
Things made by men, fade like men, slowly, irreversibly, and sometimes beautifully.
These clouds roll east and wreak havoc on the plains of Colorado.
Do bees hibernate or fly south, or perish when the weather gets too cold for them?
Found among a field of wildflowers, this beauty was soaking up light as if knowing its splendor would soon fade.
A calming scene found on the way up a mountain in Colorado.