The relatively early hour meant a nice low sun, resulting in rich colors and striking silhouettes.
I used to mountain bike here pretty regularly, but that doesn't provide the same opportunity to really drink in the beauty of a place. And even being right on the edge of suburbia, this place is definitely beautiful.
The gusty winds weren't as much of an issue as I thought they might be. They did help add a nice layer of fresh leaf litter to the trail, but fortunately didn't blow any trees over on me.
I'm always struck by the texture of these burst seed pods. I still don't know exactly what plant they're from, but fortunately that knowledge isn't necessary to think they look cool.
From this angle, these dead stalks looked like trees from a Dr. Seuss story.
I didn't really understand what beaver working on this tree was going to do with the trunk when he was done. So I read some stuff about beavers and learned that they'll cut down trees to get to the more tender shoots, leaves and bark near the top of them. Hurrah for research!
I ended up spending nearly three hours meandering around the woodlands along Bear Creek. Saw a couple of owls on the aptly named Owl Trail, but didn't manage to get any shots of them. Best of all, the park is only a 12-minute drive from my house. This is the part of the post where I mention yet again how great it is to live in Colorado! :)
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