I don’t really have the constitution for iambic pentameter.

Which is lucky for you, really, because my undying love for fall is really the stuff made for sonnets.

I do declare that fall is my most beloved season. I am obviously not the first to declare such a statement, but I had a chance to act on it this past weekend when I took a journey up into the mountains to snap some fall shots in Rocky Mountain National Park.

What we found was exquisite.

You cannot top the yellows and reds that spring forth every year in those mountains. There’s really no equal to that level of natural majesty and awe.

(Seriously, insert sonnet here. Any poets among us?)

And to finish off, my partner-in-crime looking very fall-like himself.

Those colors don’t last for long up there, so go, go, go while you still have the chance!

I doth beseech you!