Every minute of the day the mountain changes. The sun comes up, the sun goes down, the light moves and illuminates different aspects of the mountain and the mountain is new. Valleys appear and disappear. Colors appear and disappear. The profile itself stays the same but within that, there is tremendous movement. My little CoolPix camera doesn't do justice to it at all. It shrinks the mountain to a little sliver when in fact, it is a very large presence that dominates the southwestern sky. I will see what I can do about this. But in the meantime, this is another view from the house. It is the private courtyard outside the bedroom.
The little birds were all aflutter, carrying on like mad and I heard a thump against the window so I went to check it out and it was a hawk ... it flew away so it was okay but that is why the little ones were carrying on. Now the jays are here and they are totally a mess--loud and boisterous and completely amusing.
Light and sky, Light and sky. Birds and light and sky.