My son and I were bow hunting for elk in the La Barge drainage of southwestern Wyoming. A surprising September snow storm ruined any change we had of finding an elk, much less of hiking the ridge. We decided to curl up under a pine tree to keep dry as best we could. As the storm subsided, I noticed directly below us the rare scene of a fully clothed quaken aspen now covered not only with the yellow leaves of fall, but with a fresh blanket of snow. I extracted the camera I always carry in my pack and began to take pictures (much to the chagrin of my son).
This photograph has become one of my very best sellers--simple in composition and color, but striking in story and tone.