Thanks!  I was hoping to get some of the native purple asters and goldenrods, but waited too long.  It is pouring rain now and everything is flattened out on the ground.

Here are a few more somber pics, but a good prep for winter coming up.  These were actually taken the last day of July, but at 5000' elevation and a cool wet summer, lots of snow was left, and ice on the lake in the bottom pic:

And I did find just a little fall color.

The white-flowering plant is called pearly everlasting.  It blooms in the fall, and then the blossom heads dry and persist into the winter.  I think it is appropriately named!

We call it Virginia Creeper.  It's pretty, but very invasive.  I fight a constant battle against it in my yard.

What beautiful pictures everyone.  I really appreciate seeing all the different pictures from all over.  We get so little variety here where I'm located and it is so wonderful seeing the fall changes everywhere else.  Thank you so much for taking the time to share

That's a good point about that geese pic Poco - that's really an interesting contrast with the horizontal lines of the water in the background and all the geese facing one way with their slopey little faces and chin straps.  Can't remember the artsy term for it, but there's a tension to it.

Aha, Virginia Creeper, that's the name I was trying to recall!  It is pretty in autumn colors, but I have heard it can be a little too eager to take over everything.  Not nearly as bad as the kudzu in the southeast though!

I wish I could get up to the mountains again before the first big snowfall.  Talk about red - the huckleberries turn fire red all over up there, and are mixed with dark green heather and yellow shrubby mountain ash.  That is really a beautiful sight, even on a cloudy day. 

Good mountain description, Petslave!

And Poco, love the combination of rocky seashore pictures with Blake's poetry.

I like the English poets, too. In fact, this one always blows me away in any season, but seems particularly apt in fall:


"O Wild West Wing, thou breath of Autumn's being
Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red....."

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The complete poem is here:

http://www.bartleby.com/106/275.html

But if you click it remember it's not entirely a positive poem but is thought to contain references to unfortunate current events, tragedies in Shelley's life, the role of the poet in society, and the dark undercurrents of thoughts on mortality in the fall season, previously mentioned by Catbird upthread (or maybe that was on the summer thread). However, the ending is upbeat.