In the last verse of his poem Autumn Fires, Robert Louis Stevenson proclaims:
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
It was that description of the turning leaves that kept coming to mind as Bryce and I went for a canyon drive on Sunday. The valley trees are still a bright green, but the mountains are burning bright with color.
Lucky for you, I managed to snap a few photos before my camera died.