As we drove through the Feather River Canyon on Friday, autumn's beauty was still aflame. At this rest stop, I wandered about with three cameras, looking at shadows. There were also rocks, oaks, oak leaves, cottonwoods, moss and lichen and the blue, blue sky. Once again I wished for painting talent, or at least the willingness to sit still and fling paint at the paper. But on a trip, others would have to stand around and wait. And photography is so CLICK, I'm addicted to the ease and speed.