More photos from our time in Canmore, Alberta. My eye was drawn to the far and near. A couple lines from a poem I've read since our visit seem very fitting -- from And Now Its October by Barbara Crooker:
. . .
Flowers that were once bright
as a box of crayons are now seed heads and thistle down. All the feathery grasses shine in the slanted light.
The full poem can be found on the Writer's Almanac from October 4.
My approach to contemplative photography --
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"