And with a blink, fall's peak has passed at 8,800 feet above sea level. Most of the leaves are on the ground, losing life and color. We now enter the silent and stark season where the mountains are vacated and we wait till the snow falls deep. It's the frost season, the time of low light and long angles. This bed of leaves and a tiny creek give us one of the last images to hold us over till the next autumn comes.