I'll bet lots of people have noticed their tastes change over the years -- tastes about food, music, and even scenery. For instance, a newbie RVer is expected to rhapsodize about 'breathtakingly beautiful' fall colors, and then looks for places to photograph entire mountainsides of one (yellow aspen) color.
These days I prefer the fall colors of ground vegetation. My eyes are drawn to subtle shades of color.
What a marvelous season late September is! Everything is good about it except wind, which is transitioning to a negative for the next six months:
Repetition is supposed to dull your appreciation, but that never seems to happen to this season, perhaps because you only get to enjoy it for three weeks and then wait another 49 weeks for it.
My little dog enjoys high altitude in Idaho sagebrush country, without having to worry about snakes:
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