I have always considered the mountains to be a refuge; a place of renewal and of course, over the years, a place of employment. This morning the top of the Coburg Hills near the town of Marcola was filled with snow and formed even more of a refuge from all of the stress that seems to be running rampant. So quiet and renewing with fresh and falling snow.
I think snow helps to set off the bare branches of deciduous trees in winter forming almost line drawings. The first image below brought to mind a line dawning.
Going higher my friend Chris and I stopped at a meadow where we had both individually shot in the past under very different circumstances i.e., no snow. There is this wonderful little tree growing in the middle of the meadow and it always draws my attention. Dressed in winter togs it got my attention even more so.
At the top the road is cut into the side of the hill offering nice views but the fog was so thick it blocked those views. I did find a stand of leaf empty trees silhouetted against the fog that I liked. Standing strong waiting out winter.