Fall Near the Pass
While looking for a painting spot I found this national forest sign and headed off the highway. The dirt road took me on an adventure of color. I found a campground and set up my easel looking up the road towards the pass. The trees that had already lost their leaves were like a soft purple mist. The sky clouded up a bit and made the colors soft. The air was crisp and you could smell the aspen leaves as they fell around me. It started to rain a light mist that tickled my face as I finished the piece.