One of the most solid memories for me as a child are the Fall magical aspen colors on the hillsides. Magnificent! I am 60+ years old and have finally been able to time a family visit trip back there, during this magically colorful event. I was born and lived in Lakewood Colorado and the mountains till I was in 4th grade, which is when we moved to Hawaii. I had the gift of many many weekends in the rocky mountains with my Grandparents (Mom’s side) exploring mines, beautiful rocks, fishing and camping out.
Experiencing these splashes of color across the mountains and valleys had a much larger effect on my emotions that I had expected to experience.
Memories of loved ones gone so long ago came right up into my face. I could see their faces, hear their voices and remember the frying fish over the campfire. It took my breath away.
I loved the trip and took many pictures that I am sure will become paintings in the near future in the studio.
As we drove north on our way back home to Washington state tears rolled down my face and my heart must of cracked as I said goodbye to the family I was able to experience again.
