Sunday Sunrise

Montana Covid Quarantine: Day 28

A dusting of overnight snow softens the morning. The sun rises on the high meadow.
The deep valley hides the rising sun for a long while.
The frosted forest is washed with light.
Our Redtail hawk flies directly overhead, from a forest glen on the East side of the valley, to a glen on the West- finding the sun.
Light spreading to the hills surrounding the house.
The dawn chorus is led by the Robins.
  1. Karen Gerhart said:

    Winter. Snow. What strange concepts from my distant past.

  2. The snow is nearly a thing of the distant past, nearly all melted off save the drifts today. The hillsides have a near imaginary green tint!

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