Mist Rising

One of the most amazing things in Eastern Washington are the mists of fall and winter.  It's canyon country, and in one minute you can be in sunshine, further up the road or canyon, you'll be hidden in a mist.  

The subtle colors right now, the gaudy yellows, oranges, reds of the Aspens, the muted gold of the grasses, the sun reflecting light off of damp granite, all shrouded in mist.  And it's quiet.  The tourists are gone, the harvest over, everyone waits for the snow.

It is as if the whole world is waiting.  The mist is rising.

Murphy's day.