With all my skiis through winter aspen tree forests in Ouray, Colorado, I can't help but paint them. In the morning the light comes through between the trees and streaks the forest floor with cool pinks and blues, and the trees are back-lit with white ribbons running straight up their sides. Their cool blues a suave complement to the thousands of creamy white trees dancing endlessly around them. I’m always curious about the markings on aspen tree trunks, especially the century-old art of Spanish sheepherders that roamed our mountains. I convey these trunks with scraps of papers I’ve bought, collected or been gifted by traveling friends.
4' x 4'