The mountain has been amazing this week. Well every week. It is like watching performance art as it casts off clouds and gathers them up like a great swirling dress or a trail of smoke. Sometimes the whole thing is shrouded in mist. Sometimes it looks like the breath of a dragon or the battle of trolls and elves. Sometimes it is naked and raw.
Then at night and in the early morning it is painted by the light in so many ever changing hues. I love to sit in our yard or watch from our deck and see the next five minute surprise. I desperately want to go old school and find a battery for Brad's 35mm and get some 600 film. Every time I look at the mountain I say that would have made a good one
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