With all the distractions in my life lately, I realized that I hadn’t taken the time and space to slow down, reflect, and give the necessary pause that autumn deserves.
Fall is probably my favorite season (I was the type of child that couldn’t pick a favorite color out of fear of hurting the other colors’ feelings, so this is as close as we’re gonna get), and that’s largely because of the inherit change of pace.
To me, fall will always be slow, wrapped in flannels and sweaters and long drives, simmering in nostalgia and transition.
Over the years, I’ve been lucky to have some incredible autumn adventures. There are countless examples, but here are just a few. I:
- got married in the mountains, on a chilly September day
- soaked in hot springs with changing leaves around me
- tumbled down a sand dune on a sled in October
- camped in Moab in the quiet of off-season
- hiked Hanging Lake prior to the reservation system
- watched a balloon festival in Snowmass
- have taken many, many drives to see the mountains
I want to honor these adventures, the mountains (always in my heart, even if not in my sight in Milwaukee), and the beautiful necessity of change.
Here are a few favorite fall moments captured as photographs, over the years.