It is a good aspen year. I only see them on drives in the fall, but people who live in the mountains say the show is best when orange hues come out--and this year, they did.
The first photo was taken in the Medicine Bow National Forest, near Centennial, Wyoming. (In case you're wondering, that is not the Centennial that James Michner wrote a book about. His Centennial was about Colorado, and he devoted 928 pages to it.)
But many of the photos in this post were taken mighty close to the Colorado border.
Aspens, I am discovering, can be hard to capture. I've edited the heck out of these photos, not to make them look better than the actual scene but to attempt reproducing them as they really were. My sister Ilene gave me some hints, and I'll keep working at it.
The trees were like an enormously-scaled, fussy flower garden, planted with yellows and oranges against deep greens for the best effect. And they went on and on and on. It was fun to see them with a fellow photographer, who stopped the car and jumped out with a camera as often as I wanted to.
It was also a splendid day during peak color. We enjoyed remarkable luck, as we had scheduled the trip a month or two ago with no idea how the conditions would be. Against that lovely backdrop we celebrated our sisterhood and remembered Valerie, another sister who left us too soon. I think she would have liked to be remembered that way.