Day 27 in black and white. I wasn't sure I was going to get any black and whites out of this trip. Why drive two hours up to 7000 ft. to photograph Aspens turning yellow, and then convert them to black and white? But this one does probably look better converted. And for Anna...love is where you find it! :)
The Carson River, named after Kit Carson, winds its way through Hope Valley. This is the same river as Monday's photo ( Aspen Reflection ), but a few miles downstream so it's a very different view. There are more rocks here, and the water is moving quite a bit faster. This little Aspen leaf somehow managed to lodge in a safe spot between two rocks, as water rushed around it.
