I am one of those people, who cringes when someone announces the arrival of spring on March 1. "You are wrong! We've got three more weeks until the Equinox!"—I scream inside my head taking this as a personal offense. I like to be astronomically organized, you see.
And yet, when spring seems to have arrived in the Rockies early this year, whether due to climate change or simply a fluke, I was secretly happy.
This is not just about getting the necessary vitamin D from sunlight, but the return of color that every photographer prefers. (Well, except for those, who exclusively shoot in black and white, but I'm not one of them!)
Birches are described as the quintessential Russian tree: sad, romantic, and thus fitting of poetry like that of Sergei Yesenin. Birches in the Rocky Mountains belong to a different variety, but are no less charming (almost, wink!), particularly amidst all that autumn gold.