It's that time of year again, fall, autumn, the time when the heat finally leaves and cooler temperatures offer us some relief. This year we waited for the color to arrive. We waited and we waited. Finally some color arrived. Then, poof, it was gone.

This year I had almost given up on fall in the Ozarks. Instead of waiting around for it I decided to get away and hit a different part of the country, a part of the country that most people try to speed up and get through when they are traveling. I headed to western Kansas. 

My plan was to go out and photograph some of the rock formations that most of the world do not realize exist. Western Kansas, the plains and prairies, flat, rolling cropland for miles. But hidden in places there are rock formations protruding from the ground. 

It was on this trip I saw the cottonwood trees, golden yellow in their fall glory. There aren't many trees in western Kansas, not when compared to the Ozarks of Missouri and Arkansas. But I did manage to find some occasionally and they were beautiful.

I must say, if you ever have to drive through Kansas and are one of many who can't wait to get through Kansas, try to go in the fall, you won't be dissapointed. Take a look at the link below and you'll see what I mean. 

https://stevesnyder.artstorefronts.com/warehouse-open-edition-prints/art_print_products/a5a6902-copy?product_gallery=119261&product_id=4515907

Feel free to send me any comments, until next time, keep your eyes open. There is art all around us.