Still... the black and white forms of the peaks and trees were beautiful in their own way.
It was dawning on me that this photography expedition's focus was going to change rather quickly...
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the spot I had planned on, the sky to the west was a uniform shade of "Incoming
Snowstorm."
Still... the black and white forms of the peaks and trees were beautiful in their own way. It was dawning on me that this photography expedition's focus was going to change rather quickly...
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