The genesis for my fascination with aspen trees began in the White Mountains of Arizona and matured in the San Juan Mountains in Colorado.

Fall provides the wondrous experience of color: mostly yellow, some orange and occasionally red. At the beginning of fall, some of the groves are still green and the juxtaposition of green, yellow and orange on the same hillside provides a marvelous tapestry of color.

Aspen leaves bud out lime green in the spring and start quaking in the breeze, and fall to the forest floor in all their glorious color at the end of autumn.

Parallel columns of straight and tall white aspen trunks are majestic. Snow only adds to the wonder.