Let’s do this again sometime

You’ve already seen the golden hour and sunset renditions, so here is the third and final photograph from my first ever visit to the Top of the World: a blazoned trail through snow covered Pygmy Pines at blue hour.

There’s little need to burden you with more typed words about this locale as I think I’ve sufficiently covered that in the previous two posts; but as for this particular photograph, it’s a toss up between this and the first for which shot I like best. And while Fresh Tracks, Fresh Places probably sits in this series’ top spot, this one is just sets my mind at ease.

Reflecting on the three photographs, it was a real treat to watch the late day light evolve with such drama over little more than a 60 minute span. Three shots: a potent golden hour, an ideal sunset, and a subdued blue hour conveyed the story just as my eyes and brain interpreted the surroundings upon which I found myself. A place I hope to surround myself again soon.