Autumn Ambles

The path is untracked, not been set foot on by another soul (sole)!  The glistening crystals beckon me forth – come and explore.  It is so peaceful.  My ears barely register the gentle hush of quacking leaves and distant low hum of traffic.  I step forward, my boots squeaking in the new snow, as I enter the world beyond.

The trail leads me over bridges and in and out of aspen trees.  Footprints of birds and small mammals are the only other sign of life.  Leaves line the path and cling to branches in their glorious shades of golden, amber, ocher, and russet.  I stand agape at the beauty.

I frame and click as I capture with my camera.  The rest of the time I just breathe deeply and smile.  I pull my sweater a little tighter and my knitted hat over my ears.  I feel warm, content, and relaxed.  I love this time of year.

Photos from my autumn amble last week…

Snow settles at The Canyons.

Snow settles at The Canyons.

Contrast of white snow and golden aspen.

Contrast of white snow and golden aspen.

The bright leaves and silver bark make a pretty backdrop.

The yellow leaves and silver bark make a pretty backdrop.

The bright trees tower overhead.

The bright trees tower overhead.

My secret pathway.

My secret pathway.

Melted snow clings to a leaf.

Melted snow clings to a leaf.

Evergreen scattered among the aspens.

Evergreen scattered among the aspens.

Park City's White Barn.

Park City’s White Barn.

Horses in the snow.

Horses in the snow.

The snow doesn't bother the horses.

Horses in the snow.

Park City Mountain Resort's trails dusted in snow.

Park City Mountain Resort’s trails dusted in white.

As I look at these photos and think about the season, one of my favorite songs from elementary school enters my head.  I love the words to it and the reminder to be thankful  – which I truly am.

Autumn Days by Estelle White

Autumn days, when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell
Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled
All these things I love so well

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Clouds that look like familiar faces
And a winter’s moon with frosted rings
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces
And the song the milkman sings.

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scattered
And a swallow curving in the sky
Shoes so comfy though they’re worn out and they’re battered
And the taste of apple pie.

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Scent of gardens when the rain’s been falling
And a minnow darting down a stream
Picked-up engine that’s been stuttering and stalling
And a win for my home team.

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Here is the tune:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9mvrkQbzgc

Enjoy your autumn ambles…

Lydia