After yesterday's Pigeon Mountain hike, I parted ways with my friends as they headed east and I drove west to Banff to spend the night. It was a treat to myself, a chance to escape, to reflect on another reason Thanksgiving time is close to my heart and to be in the mountains for a sunrise.
I arrived at the spot I had in mind to watch the sun rise. One person was already there. We exchanged pleasantries. I eyed his equipment and then looked at mine. I will never be where he is. We chatted again and after a few little thoughts he shared, I had to know who he was. Blatantly, I asked him who he was. He's Chris!
We got down to business and this is my work!
I am proud of my photos.
It was a cold morning.
It was fresh and crisp and beautiful.
I thought of my Mom and her warmth.
It's been seven years now but sometimes it feels like it was yesterday.
Mom, you are always near forever dear!