The mist after a cold October night clears. In front of me frost covered trees are juxtaposed against snowcovered mountains. The beauty of the shoulder-season.
A few minutes later the wind picked up and the magic is gone.
The mist after a cold October night clears. In front of me frost covered trees are juxtaposed against snowcovered mountains. The beauty of the shoulder-season.
A few minutes later the wind picked up and the magic is gone.
