The Books are Closed

It's Yom Kippur and the books are closed. The fast has ended and the New Year celebrated a mere ten days ago is taking on its shape. The weather seems to agree, mid evening the clouds rolled in and we had hail and thunder and a shift in the air from the warm southerly flow to the northern Canadian chill. You can see it in the picture, it looked almost like something winged flying across the treetops.

In summer the cold front is a refreshing event, in fall, it's a foreshadowing of winter.

Aside from work and work, we've been watching the new Ken Burns series on the national parks. I'm delighted to report that I have learned some new history to add to my park nerd supply and I've loved the cinemetography. We've never seen that kind of wildlife in the parks, but then aside from our campsite - where we did see bears, come to think of it - we didn't stay still for long. I was keeping a tally of the parks when the documentary covered events in the formation and history of them. Yellowstone. Been there. Yosemete. Not Yet. Grand Canyon. Been there. Petrified Forest. Been there. Crater Lake. Been there. Devils Tower. Been there. Everglades. Not yet. Grand Teton. Been there. Mesa Verde. Been there. Chaco de Chelly. Not yet.

Wow. I am so grateful for the life I've been able to lead, the adventures and the travels I've been able to have.
My hair is framing the water where a single leaf floats upon a reflection of sky and tree.