Out on the flats, the spring snow covers what was bare most of the winter and the skiing is smooth, not so cold and wonderfully sunny.
Then the sky clouds over with billows and pillows and I’m without my camera.
The view is too large to capture, but with stitching it comes together, but the lines are evidence the cell phone is not up to the job of careful stitching.
Just to be sure of a somewhat good photo, the sky as much as possible is captured without stitching.
The sky, my dear the sky, is alive with all that can be.
It is only a few who are missing out on the joy.
Small towns, big ideas, great hopes, reality is narrow.