It's been very still and cold here.
Sound carries from great distances.
When I went out to feed the birds yesterday, I could hear the train rumbling and whistling down in the Valley.
15 miles away.
But not so far as the crow flies.
When I took a little drive to the market the other day, the sky looked like an upside down snowfield.
The sun never gets too high in the sky these days and that creates interesting textures and colors.
It's been so cold, but this home looks cozy, although right now there is a ban on wood
burning due to the stagnant air, unless it is the only adequate source of heat.
Even though we've had these rippling clouds, there has been no snow for a week.
What little snow we have had, has slowly crystallized into a dusting of glitter, giving the landscape a magical quality.
This pretty little farm sits at the base of our mountain road.
As I make my way up the winding road, the sky peeks out from among the trees.
It slowly starts to change hues, changing from gray to lavender as the evening sun begins to fade.
I catch a peek at Mt. Rainier as I come to the crest of our mountain, beginning to catch the colorful rays.
As I unload my groceries, the skies become saturated with color.
Turning from orange to pink as the sun dips lower.
Deepening to fire as I come inside.
Where I find the Mr. watching the game! Get out here and help with these groceries!
But we stop and watch the beautiful sky,
Until it slowly fades away, fire turning to embers.
As the long winter night begins again.