Sometimes a visual view is way more powerful than words to describe the beauties of this marsh, as more and more of the leaves begin to turn. We have not only the glory of the river running through everything, but also the rolling grasses and the trees undergoing their preparations for winter.
The umbers and ambers, the golden radiant light, coat everything with autumn's palette. At times, the marsh looks bright and sprightly, like a late spring or early summer afternoon. At other times, the deep power of fall can been seen and felt everywhere you look. Even though my heart still longs for summer days, I find myself more and more melting into the beauties of this season.
