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.
Came home. (Reluctantly)
Around here, climbers and skiers are the Heroes. Come Fall, they know they've only got a few good climbing days left for the year.
I don't know if they know intrepid photographers look for frame-ups just like this, combining the two though! hehheh.