Golden Hour is around 10pm here now and there is still snow on the ground where the big piles were. We live in a very strange place.
Since the very kind architect bought my pictures at the Grange Gallery the other day I have found it much easier to take a half hour or so to just wander around the forest hunting for pictures. It also helps that it’s well above freezing and most of the snow is gone š
So last night I was out at 10:30 chasing sunbeams on the north side of Little Chena Prong, because we live in a very strange place.
This one is my favorite for today:
This Tiny Forest is pretty good too:
I’m grateful for the north side of the hill ā¤
Life on Little Chena Prong 