I didn’t have to walk very far to find a number of subjects. Just a few feet from the lodge, down what ordinarily be a nondescript mountain road, I found myself in a scenic utopia, all color mysteriously drained from the landscape.
Now and then the sound of trucks on nearby interstate 80 intruded on the silence.
And later in the day, hot buttered rum at the bar!
Photo: Trees in Snow—Sierra Nevada, 2004
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