In the last rays of evening light, far below at the base of a distant peak, elk began to bugle… soothed by the soft siren sounds of cool winds tumbling through the hemlocks… spellbound for hours by stars so bright and dense that a needle-wand of light could not fit between them, sleep came slowly to a soft bed of fir needles, on a high ridge, in a place called “Vermilion”.
Then morning came, gentle and easy, through a saddle to the east,
Tonight while replying to a comment I reviewed my photo archives from the past several Septembers and was reminded that September is a very good month here for sunsets. This one occurred on September 5, 2009.
Early this evening dark clouds covered the sky, then a brief thunderstorm. As it cleared I headed down to the river just in time to catch this brief but colorful sunset from the same vantage point as yesterday’s.