The Castles of Gunnison, Colorado, framed by a cluster of yellow aspen leaves. ©Victoria Lise 2018.

Frames of Fall in Colorado

Fall has shed its vibrant color, at least it’s true in my neck of the woods. Before the leaves let go of the branches, returning to the earths floor, they were a wheel of their own magnificent color. Year after year I’m left in utter awe, standing before natures changing aesthetic, trying to grasp the great glory that is impermanence. Eyes wide and silence so vast I could hear my heart beat and feel the earths. Oneness. That is what I’ve come to find in all of these quiet moments.  Below are a small collection of Fall frames captured this…

Victoria Lise with dog, Styx at Blue Lake.

The Sacred Waters of Blue Lake, Colorado

Roughly 15 miles out and back through a valley appropriately named “Oh Be Joyful” lead us to questionably one of the most breathtaking alpine lakes. A single track, well-defined trail winds through fields of free range cattle, willow brush, and decomposing skunk cabbage. The valley is wide but eventually feels dome-like as you near the lake. Mountains seem to kiss the sky, a sky that felt far away but within reach, all at once. The dry summer and arrival of fall left a layer of lingering, seasonal scent. Dried foliage crunched beneath our feet, while the rhythm of our legs…

Black eyed Susans line a reflective pond. ©Victoria Lise 2018.

The First State of Delaware

Delaware, while it sure has many flaws, it has its treasures too. After all it is nicknamed “The Small Wonder”. Nestled within nuclear chem plants, an absurd amount of shopping centers, overpopulated highways, and a violent stricken city exists an array of ancient trees, lush -almost tropical landscapes, an assortment of preserved native plants and what’s left of the country. Rolling green hillsides, tulip polars and great white beech trees, the pungent fragrance of a fertile land, and the evening symphony of crickets and cicadas (or perhaps the roar of the Atlantic) all make up a small fraction of the…

A collective of Colorado's wildflowers. ©Victoria Lise 2018.

Summers Simple Pleasures

The clouds above moved gently from the breath of summers breeze. Cloud shadows cast overtop the landscape shifting the perspective with each gust and carrying faint scents of hardy foliage. The sun was rising overhead blanketing the earth in its warmth, ascending in the sky, as we were ascending the mountain one purposeful step at a time. Nothing but the sounds of the winds whispers and my camera’s shutter. The best sounds. Flowers reached out to the blue sky- begging for rain- but bowing in gratitude to the light. “Survival can be a struggle” I note. One that ebbs and…