Golden Aspens and Storm Clouds
I spend every fall chasing fall leaves for other families. This year, I finally chased them for mine.
We drove up to Breckenridge right at peak color, when the aspens are so yellow they almost glow and the whole hillside looks lit from the inside. The forecast said storms. The sky agreed. And honestly? It was the best thing that could have happened to these photos.
This is the session I'll look back on when they're grown. Big sister in a felt hat, little brother with a missing tooth and a beanie he refused to take off, and me, somewhere in the middle, trying to hold onto all of it.
Into the Aspens
We started on a narrow trail through Aspen Alley, a must see when visiting Breck in the fall, fallen leaves scattered like coins across the dirt and the mountains just barely peeking through the trees. My son stood in the middle of the path, hands in his pockets, looking straight up at all that gold like he'd never seen anything like it. Maybe he hadn't. That frame is one of my favorites I've ever made of him.
My daughter found a fallen log, sat down in her rain boots and red beret, rested her chin in her hand, and just looked off into the trees. I didn't pose her. She's getting older, and she's starting to have that quiet, far-off look that makes my heart do something complicated.
And then the two of them sat down together in the leaves, her arm around him, his cheek pressed against hers. I got in close, closer than they wanted, until it was just two sets of hazel-green eyes and a constellation of freckles. Same eyes. Same freckles. Same kids who will fight over the back seat on the drive home.
When the Storm Rolled In
By the time we changed outfits, the clouds had gone dark and heavy over the pines. Most people would pack up. I got excited. Moody Colorado skies make the aspens pop even brighter, like someone turned the saturation all the way up on the trees and left the sky in black and white.
She stood on the trail in a gingham dress and her brown felt hat, arms tucked behind her back, and gave me a look that said she knew exactly how good this photo was going to be. She was right.
Piggyback Rides
Then came the piggybacks, which is where the session stopped being a session and just became my kids being my kids. He climbed on her back, wrapped his arms around her neck, and they laughed so hard he nearly slid off. There's a frame where his eyes are squeezed shut, gap-toothed grin, nose buried in her hair, and she's turned back toward me smiling like she's the one holding the whole world up. Some days she is.
What We Wore
We did two looks, and both were built to sit inside the fall palette instead of fighting it.
• Look one (aspen grove): Soft gray knits, a white eyelet ruffle skirt, black rain boots, and a red beret for her. A plaid flannel, sherpa vest, brown cords, and an olive beanie for him. Denim, olive cords, and a gray beanie for me. The red and navy accents gave the yellow something to play against.
• Look two (storm and river): Brown gingham, cream cable knits, and a brown felt hat for her. A rust corduroy jacket and dark cords for him. A white dress with puff sleeves and a brown vest for me. Warm browns and rust feel right at home against moody skies and golden willows.
• The details that mattered: Hats and beanies give kids something to fidget with, and textures like corduroy, cable knit, and sherpa read beautifully in fall light.
Planning a Fall Session in Breckenridge
If you're dreaming of aspen photos, here's what I'd tell you:
• Timing is everything. Peak color in Breckenridge usually lands in mid to late September and only lasts a week or two. Book early and stay flexible.
• Don't cancel for clouds. Storm skies make the aspens glow. Rain gear and a backup window are smart; running from the weather usually isn't.
• Dress for 10,000 feet. It gets cold fast once the sun dips. Layers keep kids happy, and happy kids make better photos.
• Plan for two spots. Aspen trails for the golden-hour glow, then the river for sunset. It gives you variety without a long drive.