Can I really, truly get enough of the changing seasons?
Even though my fingers are frozen, the wind scares the dogs, and the sun is going down fast, I cannot stop shooting. My camera begs for more. We both want to squeeze every last second of fall from this mountain.
The joy, the beauty of capturing these brief moments of change are worth braving the cold and the wind. The mountain is in its glory when I am the only one crazy enough to be on it.
I am so happy here, I could explode.