Autumn's my favourite season, without question. And this week brought rapid changes in the Sangre de Christo mountains, as the aspens transformed in less than two days in many of the groves. Scientists theorise that aspen groves constitute one large organism, and that's how they tend to change colour, grove by grove. Two groves in close proximity, but not linked, may not change at anywhere close to the same time, or... they might change simultaneously. One normally gets photos of the groves from afar, a blaze of light against a hillside. Hillsides of yellow in sunset are the photo de jour here in New Mexico. But I savour the moments among the aspens, the leaves falling with a gentle rustle to the ground, the branches squeaking overhead as they rub, and the grove making a subtle low sound, not unlike a slow stream flowing over rocks. The loam and fallen leaves have a soft and almost warmly intoxicating aroma, especially so when one lies down and places their head on the ground to look above. D100, 12-24mm AFS, ISO200, 1/125s, f/11 And in an instant, they begin to fall upwards to a cerulian pool surrounded by gold. Always shoot. John P.