Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
George Eliot (1819 - 1880)
David and I took his parents to Central City today to do a little gambling. On the way back, we stopped and took some shots of the Aspens turning color. In about a week, they'll be even more beautiful, giving us reds and oranges and yellows.
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