Local vernacular for these amazing trees is: the quakies. A slight breeze and the rustling of the leaves together makes a completely unique distinctive sound. One looks up and the appearance is as if the tree is quaking, like some one has grasped the trunk and proceeded to continue a slight shaking. Other trees may not appear to be affected by this zephyr at all, yet the aspen quake. Their leaves are flat and mostly round. The rocky mountains proverbial wind chime.
This was what we call here a bluebird day. The sky was as bright blue and iridescent as our mountain bluebird, who has already travelled south. By referring to these days in fall and winter in their honor, we are thinking ahead to the pleasure we will feel in spring when they return.
I know this is our friend Mark's path down to the river to fish. I love thinking of him noting the changes in the season as he walks through these trees. I think this is primarily how we see and why we love landscape. We imagine what it feels like to be there. Or for our friend or the deer or how the eagles and hawks read this world we are so lucky to share with them.
This is 8"x10" oil on board.