Transitioning from summer to fall in the upper midwest can take you by suprise.
One day you notice a single tree burst into fall color and before you know it every road you drive down, every trail you bike is a cascade of nature’s flannel of colors.
The radiance of blazing colors cast back off the water’s surface.
As you look at the photos can you hear the wind blowing through the trees rustling their levees, the sound is known as psithurism.
The swans know it’s time to head south
The never-ending tempo of time builds to a crescendo before reaching diminuendo and we hopefully pause to take in another cycle of life.
