Anybody can click one pic without breaking a sweat.
Red Rose. Its looking a little long in the tooth, but so is all the other flowers around here
Another beautiful Fall day in Denver, mid-70s in the daytime, 50s at night, low humidity, the perfect time to be in Colorado. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long, and the great weather is just a warning that snow and cold are on the way.
But there are a few people that look forward to weather like that. The skiers and the snowboarder's Colorado dream is to have many ski resorts open by Thanksgiving, which they often are. So they can drive through dangerous mountain passes covered in snow and ice hopefully before the next avalanche wipes it off the face of the earth, so they can suffer frostbite while enjoying a semi-controlled fall down a mountain of snow with a board or two tied to their feet, Dodging trees at 50 miles an hour.... In nature, it's known as Natural Selection.
I dabbled in skiing briefly when I moved to Colorado but quickly determined that due to my decades of living in Miami, Florida, I had lost whatever abilities I ever had to deal with below-zero temperatures and more snow than it takes to make a snow cone. And over time, that morphed into me never wanting to see snow again in any form, including snow cones and spending my winters far enough south that snow is an oddity that you have to run outside and take a quick picture of before it melts.
So spare me the black diamond ski runs, the dreams of a white Christmas, and Jack Frost nipping at my nose. Instead, put me boondocking at the base of a desert mountain, a few Saguaro's scattered about, a humidity of zero percent, and I'm in Heaven.