This autumn was unusually warm, even hot, sunny and cloudless, delaying autumn's wardrobe change and keeping the wildlife distant. Only occasionally did the weather provide some elements, affording a few opportunities to capture the magic that is autumn in the Tetons.
High clouds rise above the Teton range, reflecting in the calm beaver ponds that line Schwabacher's Landing.
One of the largest bull mooses in Grand Teton National Park serenely studies the meadow where he will soon graze for most of the rapidly approaching night.
In the meadow behind Dornan's, a large bull moose has spent the afternoon napping. But as the shadows have lengthen, he has begun to stir.
A powerful afternoon thunderstorm has hovered over the Tetons' highest peaks. As the sun approaches the horizon an orange glow emerges signaling this storm is almost passed Willow Flats.
With heavy fog cloaking this quiet stretch of water, Moran Moran and the surrounding hillsides of aspen can only be imagined.
As the weather turns cooler in late fall, fog frequently rises above the still warmer waters of Oxbow Bend.
A yellow grove of aspen seems to glow in the sheen of morning fog.
A grove of aspen glow in peak dress before a hillside of pines.
A bank of fog hands above the Snake River as it meanders in the distance around Signal Mountain.
In summer some of the Park's largest predators often emerge with little warning through these small groves of aspen and nearby willows.
In the heavy fog that shrouds Jenny Lake, the hillsides become an increasingly abstract collection of form and shape.
After sleeping much of the day, this bull moose makes his way to the Gros Ventre river bottoms where he will feed and look for love.
Yellow aspen leaves quake in the wind and fog of late fall.
These aspen have gone from green to bright yellow in just a week's time, and in just a few more days these leaves will have all fallen, leaving these trees barren for some 6 months before there is rebirth.
This large male elk has a harem of some dozen females that he keeps close at hand, chasing any who linger or who get too far ahead.
A large male elk bugles in the cool of early evening, his call reverberating and carrying far across these flats.