“A winter’s day.
In a deep and dark December … On a freshly fallen, shroud of snow.” - Paul Simon
It was actually more January/February than December. With at least one cup of coffee under my belt I grabbed my tripod and headed outside for a short walk to one of my most favorite scenes … anywhere. I wasn’t real hopeful of anything bountiful things were rather bleak but at least I was there. My body was telling me to head back to the warm house and pot of coffee, but my heart said no, wait for the sun and see what plays out. It paid of no matter how brief, the sun kiss this one mountain top before it rose too high and the cloud bank blocked it’s rays.