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While driving through back country mountain jeep trails and seeing the spectacular fall colors and scenery, I was reminded of the first stanza of one of Robert Frost’s poems.
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Frost, coyly, uses a double meaning here. Obviously he knows that someone else has property rights to the woods. The poet is so caught up in the beauty, for a moment he owns these woods in another way. Frost doesn’t identify the location of the woods, which seems to make his point stronger. So it is for the photographer, driving the back roads of the mountains during aspen time, a shutter click and one takes away something in addition to the memory.
I find it interesting that the wide range of tones, textures and patterns in the colorful mountain scenery can be presented monotone as well as color. Both can be shown as beautiful fine art. In addition to the color images I have inserted one monotone image. These images show my interpretation of the fall period in the mountains. I hope you like them.