Day of incredible light
I love the woods in fog.
Last night, a wintry mix of rain/sleet/snow left an inch of new slush. As the sun rose and started warming things up…fog.
I also love a beardog in the woods in fog.
A long work day later, Bear and I took a quick trip to town. The sun had been out a few times during the day and as the sun set through heavy clouds to the southwest, it lit clearing skies to the north and northeast.
The ski runs of Big Mountain. The lights on the runs open for night skiing.
Beautiful to see the lights and they always trigger such wonderful memories. I was fortunate to have several night skiing experiences with incredible light: “fairy dust” from the lights on freezing fog, a night when the full moon rose as the sun set in a clear sky…Flathead Valley and Lake below, skiing alone on the lighted runs on perfect snow in the quiet night when even the lifties spoke in near whispers. Magic nights of incredible light and incredible skiing.
The mountains, an old cabin, a farm pond.
Day of incredible light.