Beckoning
My yard chair.
In sunshine.
Under blue sky…
…and clouds as white as the little bit of snow that is left.
Beckoning.
My yard chair.
In sunshine.
Under blue sky…
…and clouds as white as the little bit of snow that is left.
Beckoning.
A bit of snow.
Some time with Bob and a book.
Icicles…dripping.
A walk with Bear.
Coconut almond chocolate biscotti…and a rolled out pizza crust.
A new venture…pizza on the grill! (Emile Henry pizza stone)
Supper.
On Sunday.
It was a beautiful clear and sunny day.
Bear and I went out about half an hour before sunset to walk and play and enjoy the beautiful evening. The snow covered mountain tops glowed against a clear blue sky that got bluer and bluer as the evening progressed.
The setting sun looked like fire through the woods.
And finally…
…the full moon.
This afternoon. Bear and I walked the loop. And it was beautiful. It was nearly 5:00 p.m. and I hoped to see the moon rise…
…missed it on the walk but as I worked into the evening, it appeared out the window, lighting a few clouds…
…and casting its light over the icy driveway.
It continues to keep me company as I work a bit later tonight. Deadline to meet. Monday.
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.