Here are the aspen trees from the Portland trail in Ouray, when you come up the first hill from the creek. In the morning this spot is enchanting. There’s an old cabin you can’t even see anymore it’s so overtaken by the ground cover.
It’s a world of greens in there this time of year. In the morning the light comes through between the trees and streaks the forest floor with yellow, and the trees are back-lit with white ribbons running straight up their sides. Their cool blues a suave complement to the thousands of greens dancing endlessly around them.
So why is this called Love? Because I couldn’t stop thinking about it the whole time I was painting. Sometimes it just goes that way.