Giclee

How can we soak up such beauty. It seems lavish and even wasteful to last for such a short time. Even the trunks seem to be swaying to the Conductor of the Fall breeze.

A river never stays the same. Tonight the light casts long golden shadows to end the perfect day.

Hidden among the shadows they wonder if we see them. They feel safe with so many places to hide.

Billowing Clouds, still water , rocks and towering trees all stretch out to meet the light of morning.

Only one time each year they erupt in a brilliant show to say farewell to the summer.

Stark, simple and striking in their beauty, shaped only by forms and shadows.

There they stand..like protectors of meadow and stream on a fine sun-filled day.

The glory of evenings soft light, easy conversation, a smooth riding horse, and miles to ride make this a perfect evening for all.

Like kings or warriors of old they hold the gold of the Sun on their sides.

Towering above the valley floor Job's Peak stands in all her majesty.

Captures the glory of a perfect summer day at the Lake

Lady Rose lies with her face to the sky like a Queen on her throne above the valley

They stand proud against the sky filling the space with their glory.

Was it a snapping twig, or a rustle in the grass? Something does not sound safe