back to the mountains
The weather and the skies have been grey/gray here. Can’t complain when I see the storms back East, but I haven’t had much success with capturing anything noteworthy. So it’s back to the archives from the trip to Utah’s Wasatch Front this past May. Next to my waves, I can’t seem to get enough of those gorgeous mountains. Here’s a shot of the alpenglow reflection of sunset on the mountains south of Salt Lake City.Long, blue, spiky-edged shadows crept out across the snow-fields, while a rosy glow, at first scarce discernible, gradually deepened and suffused every mountain-top, flushing the glaciers and the harsh crags above them. This was the alpenglow, to me the most impressive of all the terrestrial manifestations of God. At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.
― John Muir, The Wild Muir: Twenty-Two of John Muir’s Greatest Adventures