I've been complaining that autumn seems to have passed us by in Alberta - we had the yellow hues of the fading poplars amongst the hillsides and then bang - a winter landscape, complete with hard frosts and the need to dig out the tough old footwear. The colour has literally been bleached out of the landscape.
But with a positive attitude and a camera begging to find some colour, walking the dogs this morning has renewed my mental funk and I find that even the brown grasses can look stunning if you allow them.
And half a tree of yellows and golds is better than none.
I love the vibrant oranges of the fall berries on this Common Sea Buckthorn (Hippophae rhamnoides) and they actually taste pretty good too. But I'll leave them for the birds.
The hard silvery fruits on the Wolf Willow (Elaeagnus commutata) shimmer in the sunlight.
The frost on the Rugosa Rose glistens like a sugar coating.
And deer hoof prints mixed in with the greenkeeper's prints on the local golf course make for pretty patterns.
Blue skies again - and all is right with my world for another day.
Happy Thanksgiving indeed.