Hello and lo and behold the aspen.
Come walk with me on this wonderful autumn Wednesday, and let us together enter a colorful arcadian aspen grove all aglow with the roaring yellows of fall.
We are deep in the San Isabel National Forest here, far from civilized society and completely free to appreciate the serene beauty of nature neither scathed nor scarred by the hands of men.
All out here is peaceful, quiet, and untouched by the likes of destructive humankind.
Now look with me upon these idyllic aspen trees, and marvel at their unspoiled bloom and immaculate glamor:
Are these fair trees we see here before us not outlandishly lovely?
Do they not fill our eyes and our minds and our very souls themselves with heavenly treasure troves of stunning rustic inspiration?
(Warning: Crude wood carving below, viewer discretion advised)
Is there really anything in nature that truly compares to the unadulterated grace of an aspen grove in such full fall adornment as this?
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I think not.
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We are in the aspen and the aspen are in us.
And just like us the aspen bleed when cut.
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