I love walking along the bike path and heading down to the Bow River, especially in the autumn. It’s a time to enjoy the beauty and nostalgia of September.

We call that island the Silver Springs Island. Canoeists sometimes stop there for a picnic.

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”

— Emily Brontë

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”

— Albert Camus

Rose hip tea, anyone?

a big ole cottonwood on the banks of the Bow

at the river’s edge…

looking upstream, to the west

looking downstream, to the east — the morning sun dappling the water.

walking back up the hill…

past the beautiful fall colours…

and up, and up…

To the top of the ravine again! Now we are looking west. You can see the Stoney Trail Bridge in the distance, and beyond that, the Rocky Mountains. Today, they are cloudy. It’s probably too soon for snow up there!