Although we are in the throws of winter, looking through the catalog of previous pictures allows me to find shots that I put aside, for no particular reason.
During one of the many walks my wife and I took on the 35 acres of land we called home during the summer and fall season, some of our constant yet elusive neighbors made an appearance.
Imagine our surprise, while rounding a corner, to suddenly be sharing the same wooded space, each enjoying a warm day, taking it all in, knowing that old man winter was slowly making his way towards us.
These youngsters seemed rather brave, in addition to being curious, which explains why they did not run off. Rather, they stood for a few moments, allowing me to get a few photographs of them. Nature seems to set the terms for encounters; although man might think to the contrary.
Regardless - this trio obliged me, and after a few moments, we all continued on our afternoon jaunt.
Once green with summer's sun, the Aspen leaves change with the colder temperatures. To look at the Rocky Mountains' scape, patterns of vivid gold resonate and illuminate the mountainside and bring a dash of brilliance to the greenery. With little warning, the hint of winter's first snows arrive, and add white to the golds, greens, reds, orange, thus creating a color wheel beyond anything man could create. Nature is alive!
Fall. The changing of the seasons is spectacular and awe-inspiring in the Rocky Mountains. The scrub oak leaves, once green with the spring season, begin their slow evolution to dynamic spicy reds, sweet orange and brilliant yellows. Soon the Aspens and Cottonwoods will follow suit, and the mountains will look like a grandmother's quilt; a family blanket of mother nature and her children.
