Saisons

Learning to watch which direction the clouds take...

That's right, I'm throwing French at you now.  The title ("seasons") is one of the very few words I know in that beautiful language, and only because of delicious Belgian beer styles.

I've been mesmerized again by the changing of the seasons here, largely because I'd seen two winters in this part of the country before finally catching another season, due to the timing of my deployment overseas.  I think another reason is that seasons only momentarily grab your interest in a place like New York, because let's face it -- concrete & asphalt don't change color all that much.  In Colorado, it's a different story.  Ironically, locals and longtime residents often complain that there is no Spring or Fall, but trust me on this -- there certainly is.  Now eastern North Carolina?  That place has no seasons beyond Summer and Not-Summer, as I called them.

This could be any season from Hogsback Ridge...

Printemps (Spring)

Flowering trees all over Boulder

Tulip beds on Pearl Street

As you can see, there is Spring...

And yes, it makes the Flatirons sing.

(gagging now at my choice of words)

Eté (Summer)

Green everywhere...

Boulder Creek = one sweet Summer spot

The Spring rains of '11 left Irish hills all Summer

Flatirons hikes are even better in July

Dana the reptile would have it this hot all year

 Automne (Autumn)

Fall colors framing Georgetown, CO

Thanksgiving cornucopia at Brainard Lakes

Brilliant reds...before the snow

Hiver (Winter)

Scenes that make Colorado famous...Copper Mountain

Wintry sunset, early March

Even in Winter, a city of abundant art.

Perfection.