As at my old Mountain, the sky here is as important for my visual delectation as the land.
And I am as fanciful about what it offers.
Like this sunrise, where the billowing white foreground cloud looked so like bushfire smoke, unlikely as that was, that I had to go out and sniff the air to check.
Or this moonrise, where the full moon looked for all the world like a celestial bowling ball rolling down the ridge…
Or this early morning, where the upper grey cloud layer was moving quite fast to the north, while the lower dark one was pretending to be a further mountain range.