Location Taken: Hurricane Ridge, Olympic National Park, Washington
Time Taken: June 2008
I love the times clouds become fogs.
The soft mist comes down from above, filling the world with gentle light.
Or perhaps it is you who goes to the clouds, heading up and up and up to the lands where the clouds dwell.
The air is thin, yet holds the clouds. The trees grow tall in the cold air.
And the snow falls year round upon the rock that meets the sky.
