I can’t get over the extraordinary colors of the West this time of year.  I find myself shocked by the boldness of it, as if the trees are ablaze in the middle of the damp woods.  On my journey through California, I spent some time in the Sierra Nevada foothills, and experienced a wonderful and loving community while taking in this stunning change of season.  Foggy mornings and clear afternoons, fading into cool and still nights, I lived every present moment with appreciation.