Silver Bells
For a brief period of time, Autumn denuded trees along the Bow river shimmer like silver bells on a Christmas tree. Like the Horse Tail in Yosemite or the red Maple leaves of Northern Ontario's Autumn, this moment takes shape and lasts for a few brief days. If the day is overcast as many are during this period, the chance encounter waits another year. However, like most who have lived in their location for a while, one gets to know the terrain and can capitalize on the moment.
The afternoon low level sun rays penetrate the riverbed trees, while a background hill throws the forest into shade. Gnarled tree trunks are blackened and the thin branches catch the afternoon sunlight for just a brief time. The ground grasses appear to be on fire as they turn brown preparing for their winter respite. And, for just a brief time, a unique opportunity presents itself.
Silver Bells
For a brief period of time, Autumn denuded trees along the Bow river shimmer like silver bells on a Christmas tree. Like the Horse Tail in Yosemite or the red Maple leaves of Northern Ontario's Autumn, this moment takes shape and lasts for a few brief days. If the day is overcast as many are during this period, the chance encounter waits another year. However, like most who have lived in their location for a while, one gets to know the terrain and can capitalize on the moment.
The afternoon low level sun rays penetrate the riverbed trees, while a background hill throws the forest into shade. Gnarled tree trunks are blackened and the thin branches catch the afternoon sunlight for just a brief time. The ground grasses appear to be on fire as they turn brown preparing for their winter respite. And, for just a brief time, a unique opportunity presents itself.