Autumn is in full swing in the mountains of Colorado, such a glorious time. I’ve put many miles on my hiking boots over the last couple of weeks. The aspens are my favorite trees. Their tiny leaves unfurl to usher in spring, the quaking of the leaves in the breeze is my summer music (the old-timers didn’t call them “quakies” for nothing), their grand show in the fall, and their silent winter vigil is food for the soul for a nature lover.
As with most quiet things aspens have powerful voices, if one takes the time to listen. I’ll let them speak for themselves through my lens.