We were lucky that the eclipse a couple of weeks ago lined up nicely with leaf season in Colorado. The scenery was chock full of brilliant yellow aspens, like this copse a little north of Durango. It was all very pretty.
Lunchtime Photo
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the word 'copse' always reminds me of edward gorey
There was a young curate whose brain
Was deranged from the use of cocaine
He lured a small child
To a copse dark and wild
Where he beat it to death with his cane
Very nice. I was just a few miles south of Durango, visiting my sister, on the day after the eclipse. For the eclipse itself, I was in Albuquerque. And yes, the trees were in glorious color.
Durango seems like a great town for outdoor activities, but I wouldn't want to live there. My sister and her husband are survivalists. The live on 57 acres outside of town, where there's only dirt, dry brush, scorpions and tarantulas. And other survivalists. Plus, something that eats their cats every once in a while.
coyotes would be my first guess
but a horned owl killed a number of cats in my neighborhood (found bones under its nest)
didn't take ours though; he was a 22 lb orange tabby; pretty hard to get airborne with something that big
How do they plan to survive on dirt, dry brush, scorpions and tarantulas?
This is why my current pair of cats are strictly indoor (the previous pair were indoor by night). The neighborhood is just a block or two from the Arroyo del Oso, where innumerable coyotes and even Great Horned Owls live...
Aspens are all the same tree. When you touch one you touch them all.
We have some aspens in our densely wooded yard (bigtooth aspens, rather than the quaking aspens in colder areas). One big one (about 75ft tall) was looking rather sickly, and blew over during a storm. Almost immediately afterwards, a gazillion aspen sprouts shot up all over the yard in the vicinity of where the big one had fallen, hoping for a chance at some sunlight. Unfortunately for them, the way that the big one fell didn't leave much of a new opening, and the sprouts all died back within a couple of months.
Whenever I see a photo of fall aspens, I think of Ansel Adams.