I needed some Fall. I needed Flagstaff. Located three hours north of Phoenix, Flagstaff sits at nearly 8,000 feet and is home to a community of earthy, happy people who I wish I still lived among. The weather is remarkably cooler. The food is fresh. The people are friendly. The air smells of pine and aspen. One day I hope to have a home in northern Arizona. For now, photos of a day of celebrating the changing seasons.

Sedona Phoenix sign
Rainy windshield
Ghost pumpkin
yellow leaf
Pumpkin butt
Fall foliage flying by
Um, yeah That house would do
Self portrait, Sedona