Our several day storm blew off to points east this morning but low clouds hung over the summit of the mountain until late in the afternoon. At times like these I was grateful for the tram cam that let me see whether or not the mountain was covered in fog or the sunshine I was waiting for.
After it was readily apparent that the clouds would lift or burn off, I headed out for the tram, wishing that I could have had an earlier start. I wasn’t sure what to expect, although I was suspicious that the snow pack would probably be wet, or close to it. All the snow that had fallen over the previous two days was gone from my back yard, and even more telling, my pond was not frozen over.
I knew that there would be opportunities to capture the white against the blue, especially the deep blue of the high altitude sky. I had no idea that I would have a photographic opportunity that I just probably won’t ever have again.
I went for the snow, the sun and the contrast that actually makes some of the images quite difficult to shoot since the camera cannot record nearly as well as the eye.
Besides the view and the raw beauty of the mountain, I think that one of the things I enjoy most about my winter excursions is the extreme nature of it all. Fresh snow on a 45 degree slope with drop offs just one step away makes for a deliberate approach to the day. The high alpine environment with its howling winds and bone chilling winds makes a good deal of this mountain off-limits, especially in the winter.