The trees along the bridge spanning the Little Missouri River in Medora, North Dakota.
The remainder of photos are from here on our ranch.
Fall comes to each part of the country at different times and different ways. In the area where we live, western North Dakota and eastern Montana, fall starts sliding quietly in to the badlands. As early as the last week of August we start to see the beginnings of the changes the new season brings. Little by little, the leaves start changing color from the greens of summer to the brightly lit hues of autumn.
Trees aren't very numerous here. It isn't a place advertised for fall folliage tours. To many this area is just a dull place that barely receives notice as they pass thru. Those of us who live here and love where we live, it is far different. Each season brings it's own uniqueness. Fall in the badlands and on the prairie is a time of color. From the ground up the colors seem to glow in the sunlight or even on a cloudy day.
These photos were taken September 28,2010 when I was riding in our Twin Buttes pasture checking cattle.
8 comments:
i really like photos that are really close up in amongst the leaves, very nice
Doesn't look like you have many trees for Fall color! Beautiful landscape. :)
Great color when ya can find it, well done..:-)
Great group of picture !
so so pretty! Looks like a gorgeous North Dakota day to be out enjoying the fall colors!
Hi Judy..that landscape photo with the large cedar..is just beautiful..it really shows your layers of color. The light has to be just right to catch the Big Bluestem! You did great! Thanks for including the photos of Medora..it has been a long time since we visited there:)
Love your photos! I also enjoy seeing the country in which you live and ranch. Your land is lovely! And sort of reminds me of here.
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
lovely photos! you are so right; the colors come in muted, then its "in your face" color :)
Im excited for your description of the little blue stem, theres so many plants I need to learn about out here!
And I have a story about plum trees in draws- I thought, "ooo, they are getting ripe, i can make some jam!" 6 days later after working in the black hills, they are gone, every last little stinkin' one, with grass trampled all the way 'round...slow bird does not get the worm in this case lol!
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