There is something magical about the day before the first autumn snowfall. More cold to breathe in, brighter colors contrasting the greyish sky, and extra crunch to the leaves under foot. Without knowing it, I captured that magical day, and without truly knowing the snow would greet me the next morning. And although I did not truly know this was the day before our first real autumn snow, I think the grass knew it. And the still of the lake seemed to hint at it. And perhaps the lens of my camera saw the subtle signs that elude to snowfall. The sky surely knew, as its hidden clouds gave its snow one last embrace before letting loose to cover the colorful traces of autumn below, and cap the mountains like delicious ice cream toppers. But my eyes could not see it. The magical thing about the day before the first autumn snow is that it is really a feeling. Its something that if you pay close attention, you feel it move. You sense the subtle difference, yet you may not be able to say what that is exactly. And you feel it in your gut. I think this is true with so many things. So much of what is happening right in front of us we can't see. But if we stop to sense it, and slow everything else to try and pay closer attention, then that's when the magic shows up.
These photos were taken while walking around City Park, in Denver, CO.
