The Photo Bin - November 2013

This year's autumn colors flew by like a leaf on a rolling trout run, paused only briefly as it spun on the seam between summer heat and winter chill, eddied seductively for the blink of an eye, the rasp of a sharp, crisp breath, the click of a shutter, then tumbled away downstream.

I almost missed it.

I awoke one morning and the colors appeared, peeking through my bedroom window and in-between my quilt-covered toes.

But before I could gather my wits well enough to capture the grandeur it was gone. Caught the southbound and moved on. I could run these rails and try to keep pace with the extravagance as it moves through the South - freeze time with hot pursuit, ride that temporal contradiction to burn in Fall's flameout for weeks - but, instead, I think I'll wait. It'll be back next year

And with a little luck I'll still be here to greet it as it peeks in-between my toes once gain.


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