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"Through The Aspen"

My wife Jeanne and I have enjoyed countless hours riding through the aspens in Red River, New Mexico. There is something hypnotizing about riding through those constantly quaking leaves. Once, when my youngest son was about seven, his horse spooked and ran away with him. We ducked and dodged the Aspens for a couple of fast yards before I was able to catch him and grab his reins. I may paint that one day.


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