Zoe Elpern took a motorcycle ride in the high Rockies above Aspen, Colorado on Saturday, September 21, 2013. She sent us a few pictures taken on her iPhone. The last picture was taken in late April, 2013. These photos reminded us of a memorable poem:
Binsey Poplars: felled 1879
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,
All felled, felled, are all felled;
Of a fresh and following folded rank
Not
spared, not one
That dandled a sandalled
Shadow that
swam or sank
On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding
bank.
O if we but knew what we do
When we delve or
hew--
Hack and rack the growing green!
Since country is so tender
To touch, her being só slender,
That, like this sleek and seeing ball
But a prick will make no eye at all,
Where we, even where we mean
To mend her
we end her,
When we hew or
delve:
After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.
Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve
Strokes of havoc
únselve
The sweet
especial scene,
Rural scene, a
rural scene,
Sweet especial
rural scene.