Another beautiful view from my favorite location, Trillium Lake. The sunset that night was not very intense and the low lying clouds were gathered right up to the timber line. I was still able to capture the pink light reflecting off the summer snow pack on the west facing side of the mountain, and the glow from the setting sun.
From any point around Trillium Lake, the old tree at the north side can be seen. It is very tall and noticeable, and the yellow lichen growing along its old trunk and broken branches makes it even more so. A few years ago there were two trees, but one of them has since fallen. So this one is the lone survivor. Every year I cringe when I go up for the first time in the spring, hoping it made it through the winter.
I noticed this bird at the top of it too during my visit last Friday, so I thought I would try to capture it, even though I was pretty far away.
I am constantly amazed by the beauty that can be found in the simplest parts of life, such as a dandelion, and how photography can help make you notice it.
Today's post is dedicated to my grandfather, who left us on Saturday, just 4 days shy of his 90th birthday. I love you Grandpa. Thank you for being such a wonderful Grandpa to me and Great-Grandpa to my son. Rest in Peace. ♥
Me and my Grandpa, camera in hand. Circa about 1984.