I have always had an identity crisis when it comes to classifying what season I was born. As a child the first day of school = the first day of Fall, even if it happened to come in August. So I felt a kinship to the fall.
But as I grew older and learned about the autumnal equinox I realized that my birthday technically fell in the summer. I was not sure what to do about this conundrum. Do I betray my faithful fall season I had always felt allegiance to? Or do I fib about being a summer babe and stick to my guns about being born in the autumn?
Regardless of my pondering, here are some of my favorite images of fall.
(all in CO obviously)
all via www.flickr.com
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