I am probably irrevocably hooked on mountains and their moods.
The facing mountains are closer here than they were on my previous Mountain, but are similarly on my north-east, so also flaunt their moods most of a morning.
Their moods are partnered with the clouds descending from above and the mists drifting up from the valleys below, so between these three and the rising sun, the picture changes rapidly.
Yet evenings are differently eye-catching. The sun sets behind my ridge, but the escarpment opposite is higher and sees its last rays longer, while able to simultaneously profile an early moon.
The other evening it also gave me the first showing of the almost full moon.
I have moved mountains; it’s still strange here… but my link to these mountains is growing as I learn their moods.