The shift in the outdoor palate is not so subtle now.
In late August you can barely see the changes. But even then, I can usually notice how the green in the leaves of trees is no longer fresh, no longer so vibrant. The green is looking a bit worn, a bit old.
September has nearly passed and the inevitable is now evident. I love the subtleties as well as the obvious change of orange, red and yellow hues in the foliage.
No wonder artists love to come here! No wonder they paint in purples, golds, pinks, and every other color here in New Mexico!
The sage colors are sagier, the blossoms dropping.
Gorgeous even without the flowers.