I must admit; I really like shooting the patterns the windblown snow makes on the ground in the winter. They can be some pretty cool patterns. This frozen lake, covered in over 3′ of snow (deeper in some places, with drifts) was a nice place to wander around on and look for images.
The setting sun faded slowly across the lake, and I chased it’s light from shore to shore as it slipped into the night. Soon, only the mtns, stretched skyward on granite tippytoes, could catch the sun’s waning colors, before they too caught the nightness. The sun dropped out of sight beyond the horizon, and I listened closely to hear it hit bottom.
No sound, just the coldness of a frozen winter’s night came to my ears, and the sun gave no clue of its whereabouts.
Here’s from the opposite side of the lake, looking north to the Mentasta Mountains (in color).