lt's a tradition.
Every October, around the middle of the month, Laurel and I walk around central Oregon's Suttle Lake. We love the color of the vine maples, even if we don't always love the weather -- which can range from sunny and warm to rainy and cold.
This year it was cloudy and cool, moderate.
Each year the colors are different.
Guess it has to do with changing temperature, rainfall, and such at Suttle Lake. Or maybe the vine maples just get in unpredictable moods. This month the theme was more orange'y and lemon-green than vibrant red. Still beautiful.
This was Zu Zu's first visit to Suttle Lake. She's also known as Dog #2, to distinguish her from Dog #1, Serena, who, at twelve and a half, didn't make the walk. It would have taken us forever, or close to it, given Serena's stately senior-canine-citizen meandering speed.
The contrast between evergreens and temporarygreens is striking.
I enjoy this Zen'ish spot every time I walk by it. A fallen log divides calm and frothy water. My psyche feels this way most of the time. I'm continually moving between one pool or the other.
Laurel likes to walk faster than I do. Plus, I enjoy pauses that refresh... the spirit. No matter what happens in the human world of politics and such, nature keeps on doing its thing. Beautifully.
The colors got more vivid as we reached the lodge side of the lake. This is where Lake Creek starts to make its way to the Metolius. (As is the first photo above.)
I always think "On Golden Pond" when we come to this lodge cabin. Heck, this time of year there's indeed some gold around the lake.
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