Ward Lake, once again. This last August, when Dick and I hiked to Ward, it was beautifully still silence. The second day, clouds descended over the mountain. We were prepared with tents but not for hours of hail and rain. The Red Mountain, a familiar backdrop to the lake, stayed lit with sun while grey slowly took over the rest of Ward. This painting was the calm before the storm.
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