The high mountains are full of contrast and character.
Sunday was cold, grey and austere with a dusting of snow.
Tuesday dawned hot, bright and full of riotous colour.
“The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, read or not read, scribble or not scribble – to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills.” Philip Connors