Autumn. Fall. (Photos)

Autumn. Fall. The leaves are starting to change, to die. The sun sinks lower into the horizon sooner and sooner, and slowly the northern world prepares itself for the long and dormant winter. But in the meantime there are those brisk days of muted sunshine and dry, tall, mountain grass. Autumn in the mountains. The sky seems tinged with silver. The leaves are turning colors, scattering orange and yellow and red across the Wasatch Front in a brilliant display of natural watercolor. The wind is cold, and already the high altitudes are bracing for the snows of winter. However, the brief and beautiful window of fall is a most welcome and refreshing reprisal after the dry overbearing heat of July and August. A quiet settles over the mountains, a deep breath. It is a peaceful, vibrant time—a time of technicolor and photogenic sunshine.