Magical Lake McDonald, Glacier National Park
Magical Lake McDonald. The morning fog was breaking up, and the storm was coming at the same time. Every few seconds everything changed.
The sun would poke through the clouds, and closed again, and poked into another place, and the wind changed, when the wind changed the aromas changed from trees to flowers.
It did not make any sense to me how the reflections had no light. I think, the sun when it popped through the clouds, the light reflected two or three times between the clouds and the water.
This was like sensory-overload-therapy.
1620a
Magical Lake McDonald, Glacier National Park
Magical Lake McDonald. The morning fog was breaking up, and the storm was coming at the same time. Every few seconds everything changed.
The sun would poke through the clouds, and closed again, and poked into another place, and the wind changed, when the wind changed the aromas changed from trees to flowers.
It did not make any sense to me how the reflections had no light. I think, the sun when it popped through the clouds, the light reflected two or three times between the clouds and the water.
This was like sensory-overload-therapy.
1620a