If I had but just one choice as to which image I am allowed to tuck it away into my memory when years and years down the road , this part of the world becomes a distant memory, I would pick the image of the trembling aspens. It was to bend on seeking a view of aspens to paint, we found ourselves at Lake Katherine again after my outdoor landscape painting at Clear Lake. I remember last year around same time of the year, I painted this view while it was raining heavily and I had to use an umbrella to shelter my painting from the rain. This year lake Katerine was in a totally different mood where the wood of aspens were soaked and steeped in the warm wash of late afternoon sunlight.
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