World famous Lake Louise is one of the turquoise lakes that are found in Alberta. A mere 60 kilometers from Banff, it is no wonder why it gets crowded, even during the low season at the start of autumn. There is a trail that goes all the way from the Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise to the end of the lake, which runs by its edge for about 2 kilometers. There is a lot to see along the trail, including friendly chipmunks and iconic Clark’s Nutcracker. But the lake takes center stage most of the time. Let me show you…

We did go up the Ski Resort through another Gondola. Up there, I found nice vegetation, in particular this grass that turned golden with the sunlight.

This fallen tree trunk has suddenly become my most popular subject. And it is great to have nice subjects to shoot in this amazing landscape.

In this wide view, in the upper center part of the frame, the previously shown glacier stands out. But the center stage is for Lake Louise’s turquoise waters and the many rocks that can be found on its edge. And the fallen tree of course.

Closer view of the mountains, revealing a forest that’s turning from green to orange, and jagged peaks formed through erosion over the course of years.

This is by far my favorite. I could not ignore the tree trunk and had to put it in the composition. It strikes a nice balance between wondrous and everyday.

Symmetry is another word I am more familiar with now. At all times, the reflection on the lake surface was this pristine.

Selfies cannot be boring in such a wonderful place.

This is almost perfect symmetry. Together with its turquoise coloration, its reflective surface is a wonder to witness.

Yes, there is a lot of pine forest here.

I believe this is Fairview Mountain, which flanks Lake Louise to the left when seen from the Chateau.

Another symmetric picture, now featuring Fairview Mountain. It is a peaceful scene.

Melancholia aside, this is a view of majestic Fairmont Chateau Lake Louse hotel, with Lake Louise itself in the foreground. In the back, the Lake Louise Ski Resort at Whitehorn Mountain.

Reinterpretation from Sulphur Mountain. A different kind of bench, but the same scene: No one is there to enjoy the beauty. It makes me feel desolated. It reminds me that we gotta slow down and contemplate. Our world spins too fast.

I did not hear about the name of this red grass, but the one thing that interested me was the plum-like things that flew away with the wind.