I approached the edge of Shadow Mountain Lake.
Near the, now empty, Osprey nest.
So quiet.
Only the Aspen trees whispering behind me.
Hardly the same without the distinctive cries,
of the young as they flew in and out of the nest.

How many times did they fly over these trees ?
A short distance across the lake.
Green in summer, they're barely noticeable.
Now, blazing in golden color they stand out from the rest.