Anticipation

Anticipation

It is warmer out this morning than I had expected. I am standing on a high ridge overlooking Lake Altus-Luggert at Quartz Mountain State Park. The slightest breeze is filling the air with the fragrances of Spring. I look around me and see small tiny blooms of flowers amid the granite outcrops and explosions of green everywhere, though some trees have yet to get the message.

Before me lies the lake in all of its splendor, but what really has my attention is the twilight sky. Layer after layer of color are visible this morning from warm oranges and yellows to soft magentas, purples, and blues. The lakes surface in turn reflects these colors with the mountains acting as a line drawn between. The granite peaks are still in shadow showing their shapes and outlines with only vague details evident in the nearer outcrops.

Low hanging tentacles of clouds are starting to move in from the south telling me that the scene before me is about to change radically. I make a few more images before I turn my attention to the weather moving in. But that is another image and story to tell.