Four Seasons

Here is some of Ruby's handiwork...she saved up and got a new camera, which she put to good use documenting autumn in Utah. I thought Utah was incredibly vibrant and exquisite in the fall, until I moved to Indiana. I was 17 before I knew that Utah really is a desert and that fall happens much more impressively elsewhere, like in the dense, humid woods of the Midwest. Here in the desert, color is no less magnificent than anywhere else, however. It's different, but more intense in its own way, too. Each day, I gaze at the familiar mountains around me and marvel at how they constantly change. In winter, the patterns of the snow shift, eventually giving way to the browns and greys of spring. Then, gradually, the greens take over until the mountainsides glow with deep, full verdure in the intense summer light. Then comes a day when a barely perceptible change in color signals the coming of fall, the colors multiplying and diversifying until summer's green becomes a whole host of autumn hues. Soon, the mountain ranges will be dusted with snow, and the cycle will begin again. Four seasons, and this is the best one. Until the next one comes around.