The wanton ways of Winter have us pining for the Fall again, where change was a predictable constant. Compared to Winter's indecisive cold-warm, snow-rain weather, Fall's reliable and slow decent into colder weather feels like a more welcome kind of change. Here are two Liquid Lyric submissions inspired by that time of year. Consider this our "sweater weather" Liquid Lyrics.
Words and Photos by Emily Bowie
The drive to the Old Fort Farm in Hesperus, Colorado is deceptively steep. From downtown Durango I rose steadily, almost imperceptibly, and gained a thousand feet within minutes. With a bit of navigating, I located the Fields to Plate farmers. The small crew was harvesting a thousand-pound beet sunset: red, gold, pink, purple. The bounty seemed unlikely for such a dry, high altitude location; so, I set forth to learn how they did it.