I was in this aspen grove in southern Utah on the absolute quintessential fall afternoon in the mountains, just a day or so after frost froze a knee-high forest of ferns and turned them from green to golden tones. A cloud of yellow quaking leaves hung in the tree tops and there was no wind to rip the scene apart. Until the next day. Golden filtered light and warm tones bouncing between tree trunks reflected the light into every soft shadow. A rare day recorded on film. You pray for days of peace and beauty like this.