Some of the few red leaves still hanging on.
Golden aspens reflected in a puddle.
Along the shoreline of Payson Lake.
A cricket on the path around the lake.
This last picture is to show you the snow on the ground. It was really cold, and I wanted you to know how I suffer for my art. But that's nothing compared to this guy:
That, my friends, is a dude, fishing in a float tube. Yeah, the water was probably about 35-40 degrees. Now that is dedication. Insaine? Yes.