Shot on my Lumix GX1 with the Lumix 45-150mm f/4-5.6 lens. In Full Frame equivalent, this is 90mm.

Unfathomable Silence Where Gods Go Mad

There are places the wind forgets, where time drips instead of flows. Beneath the moss-laden canopy, silence thickens into thought, and thought crumbles into something older, hungrier. Here, even forgotten gods hear their own heartbeat — and lose their minds to it.

The ethereal beauty of a morning sky is like watching a master artist mix colors on a celestial palette. As brush meets canvas, patterns and tones emerge with a subtlety that slows the mind and soothes the soul. Shadow reveals structure. Highlights enhance depth. Light pours into the valley like the artist spilling a jar of paint. The luminance begins in the sky behind the mountains, then brightens the ridges, giving halos to the trees. It flows downslope, like paint down canvas, pulled by an unseen force. With predictable brilliance, it begins to reveal an undulating landscape. Trees seem to bob like buoys in a sea of fog. In an instant, fog obscures them as if the artist wiped the canvas clean and then just as quickly they begin to reappear as light brushes the trees back in. To experience these lessons in luminance and be able to capture the progression of light is a blessing. I thanked the Artist and drove back down the meandering country road as light continued to illuminate my path.

Freezing fog flows on the whim of the wind as the rising Sun pours liquid light into the frigid Gallatin Valley. The light was warm, the air was not. With snow covering the ground radiated back any semblance of heat, and a remnant of an Arctic Air mass trapped in the lowlands, the temperature plummeted. My spirits soared though as I absorbed the beauty of the sunrise and the start of another amazing day.

Nikon D850 Nikon 70-300 f/4.5-5.6 ISO 64, f/5.6, 1/320th, 300mm

Sunset at Hunts Mesa

GFX100s + Canon 70-200 2.8 II at 100? (Sorry exif data issue with adapter) + Fringer + soft grad

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