I took these photos yesterday… the blue sky, white clouds, sunshine…these photos might have to hold me awhile. The week is to be cool, rainy and although a bit far out, they are forecasting snow to the valley floor late in the week. But as of yesterday afternoon, the sky was that impossibly beautiful blue and the clouds piling up over the mountain peaks were white-white. Temperatures rose to nearly 70 all week giving us another week of late summer.
We enjoyed!
I don’t always take the camera and tonight, on the evening walk with Karl, I did not. There was nothing extra out of the ordinary on our walk. It was a beautiful early evening after a beautiful day – blue sky, wispy clouds, a breeze which occasionnally gusted to that wondrous, soulful song in the upper branches of the pine trees.
I saw several views that would make wonderful photos – I stood and looked and thought… I never, NEVER fail to wonder at the GRACE of God, good fortune, karma – whatever and however you think – that brought me to this place to live – for even a moment.
I looked at the mountain peaks that I am so familiar with – and you regular readers probably are also! But the light, the clouds, the shadows, the colors – they seem different on every walk – and I see them two and sometimes three times a day.
Tonight, there were no extra-ordinary colors, no unusual light – only the peaks of the Swan Range of the Rocky Mountains backlit by a soft blue sky and light wispy clouds – clouds and sky that appeared to have been done by a skilled watercolorist.
Sometimes, I don’t take the camera, because the camera cannot capture all of the beauty and wonder of the moment… only a glimpse.
