Aspens

For three years now I've made a little pilgrimage into the mountains each late September to catch the golden color of the aspens before the snow sets in and the color quickly litters the ground as the leaves are swept away. Different years bring different shades and patches of gold, as there seems to be no rhyme or reason why one stand of aspens remains green while the stand across the road has already dropped. Each year brings its own excitement and awe, though, and yesterday was Year #3 of living very close to paradise.

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