Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Fall/Autumn

Trying to take a photo of a glacier from a moving truck is interesting..


The Pass was a glorious display of pink fireweed






For two weeks or so we have an amazing display of fungus



The milky lake was a beautiful reflecting pool


and the hills a riot of gold, primrose and peach


















from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)