Everywhere I looked the colors were changing; all around were signs the winter season had arrived. While on walks along the banks of the lake or in the back yard of my cabin, simple sights and sounds inspired my tired eyes (and mind). The crisp mountain air, the smell of burning fire wood, the sound of pine needles crunching, these were a few of my favorite things to capture my attention during the Thanksgiving weekend.
I spotted this frozen leaf on the road during an early morning hike with my dogs. As if it had been pressed in a book for years, it sat perfectly flat on the concrete, frosted with ice and snow.
In the pine needles several yards from the bank of the lake was the skeleton of this rotten, dead fish.
One happy tree, bursting with life, stood tall and proud as the sun combed through its needles.
It’s amazing what one weekend away can do for a tired, restless soul.