It is when I bear witness to moments like this, powerful and pure, that I feel humbled and alive. The first snow of the season, the mountain, glorious and looming. The trees standing proud with their new white blanket and the mystery of the morning clouds, low but aloof, obscuring parts of the high places. But the mountains, they are proud and they can't be hidden. Not with the stunning rays of morning light, golden and alive, touching everyone and everything it sees. Magic like this isn't meant to last but for a moment, just a moment, I witnessed the glory of Valhalla...on the mountain.
What a lucky thing to see. And then to get a great shot? Priceless!
Cheers Ruth!
You've brought us that glory, Mark. Epic.
Thanks Chris! Sometimes, just sometimes we are allowed to witness the birth of beauty.
Thanks for sharing! Beautiful picture!
Thanks Shawn! Beauty should be shared. The world needs as much of it as it can stand.