Nothing but up, up, up. The early snow has sprinkled down, and turned the scene white, the foreboding picture of times to come, a mere trace where feet shall fall, and the sky, the trees, the road, all will be white as white. Each single flake, stacking on another, parting the limbs, curving them down, peeling the grass over, and down, down, down, encapsulating them and temporarily changing the mountains landscape.
Ralph E Peck
Photography by Francisco J Corteś
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