Driving into the mountains above Santa Fe I was looking for a stand of aspens that I had photographed many years before. There had been a light dusting of snow the night before and the sky was again cloudless and bright. I didn’t remember exactly where I had been, so we were just exploring to see if anything would appear. I was wonderfully surprised by the artistry of the aspens once again. The low afternoon light made the thin, icy branches of the aspens iridescent. Once again, the aspens of Santa Fe had given me a spectacular show.