Heavy wet snow mixed with rain is falling as I write this. Not the kind of fluffy stuff that brings joy but cold and very wet and sure to melt soon. November.
My last campground in California was aptly named Aspen. We were past the peak of fall colors but it was still quite beautiful. A creek ran by our campsite (Willow was ecstatic) and then along the edge of a big meadow. At sunset, the girls and I took a long walk along the creek and I managed to capture a few images.
My Everyday Photos 