Donner Summit, CA Like every morning, when the light was still soft and the colors just waking up, she looked out over the edge of her world. All was well, serene and still beautiful. Fujifilm X-T1 60mm Macro lens
Not so long ago, I stood here on the shore of Silver Lake in the eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains. Took a week, got away from the hum of computers, emails and the madding crowd. Went into nature. Got up at 5am and beat the sun to the day. More than once. Hoped for golds, pinks, purples and brilliance, but got mist. Magic, flirtatious mist though… so all was well. Had breakfast at the oldest trout fishing retreat in the Eastern Sierras. Last seats, end of the counter. People-watched. Followed whims. Captured starlight. Breathed. Came home. (Reluctantly) Remembered. Still do.
