I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
— L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
The hunt for gold. The drive up the canyon. The FULL memory cards.
What is this need with me to pull over and take hundreds of pictures this time of year?
And it’s everyone! I’ve driven through a handful of canyons over the weeks, and it’s been full of people off the side of the road aiming their cameras at the trees. And I’m extremely guilty. Even guilty of shooting while driving. But only when there were no other cars around. I promise.
Every time I drive the same stretch in Logan canyon I just want to click away. I just have too, it’s so darn pretty!
There’s something magical about those red and gold trees that I need to have them. As if somehow the picture I take makes them mine. It seems that that very moment I claim ownership as if no one else has ever seen that very spot before. Maybe each one of those Fall camera clickers feels the same way, wanting to hold on to those golden trees for much longer than a simple drive through the canyon.
So I’m a collector of beautiful places, and the gold one’s are my favorite.
Oh I guess the red ones are in my heart too!