I love the fall, it offers a mark in time to celebrate the work of summer, the chance to smell time as leaves change color. Colors only visible for small windows of time boldly punctuate one last hurrah before surrendering to long dark nights.
In the spring, everything is different shades of green. The fall is like the natural fireworks of nature, on display for the world to awe.
Ridge cemetery in Fremont NE.
City parks offer a wonderful place to see changing colors.
A leaf filled road in Ridge cemetery.
Pumpkins at harvest.
Fremont State Lakes.
Bridge over the Platte river by Minden NE.
As sure as the red-tailed hawk glides into unsuspecting spaces, winter will once again be at our feet.
Follow your dreams and the beauty will embrace your courage.
Cheers,
Dean
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