Remember in September when the mountain that we live on was on fire? Every time I look at this picture I can smell the fire, see the ash, remember not being home when they evacuated our street, having a police escort to my house to get my insulin, spending the next 24 hours at my sons house, who was only about 4 blocks from being evacuated. Yeah, good times.
This is our mountain, which is a lovely shade of black now. I know that I'm supposed to do a better job of the select color, but I thought this picture was perfect. The mountain was black, the snow was white and the few trees that survived added just a bit of color. All without having to go in and tweak the picture.