Anyday I can get a little exercise is a good day. If it happens to be on my mountain bike all the better. I might get a decent photo, spend some time with friend or loved one, feel more connected to the changing season, to the earth and sky. All of these things happened last Saturday afternoon when we headed up Dry Creek and were rewarded with this view of Salt Lake City through the October leaves.
Autumn is full of color, but much of it is color of leaves dying. It's end of the story for the leaves as a living part of the vista. Yes, they'll go on to other roles, they'll support other life, but their own lives are spent. I probably wound'nt think quite so much about this stuff if the fall of 1963 had turned out a differently for my dad. Hard to believe it's been four decades since we've enjoyed the seasons together. I'm not quite sure how I'll mark the 40th anniversary of his death on December 9, but I want to do something. What would you do? How do you celebrate a life that has had so much impact upon your own?