The day after halloween, Jason and I headed to the rapid camps yurt with a few of his coworkers. We walked in at 7pm in total darkness. The evening unfolded into candle lit ghost stories, home brew, woodsmoke, and whiskey. Morning broke to a peaceful and solitary yoga practice. For a moment, the clouds cracked to reveal a blushing sunrise. A symphony of pink and orange dazzled the clouds that weighed heavily on the shoulders of the valley. Then, it was back to the churning, stirring, brewing fortress of grey. |
in the otherwise monochromatic landscape of white, stone, and peppery glacial slate blues.