Location: West Shore, Lake Tahoe
Dark sentinels in the fog portend the coming of winter. An icy October rain followed by a frigid night brought the spirits of the damp out of the ground. They wind through the trees with sinister intent, casting long, ominous shadows that stretch and twist in the faint light. But then, silver sun rays slice through the gloom, threatening to cleave the fog's dark designs. The trees stand as quiet legionnaires of the forest, condemned to mere spectatorship as light and shadow wage their silent war.
Location: West Shore, Lake Tahoe
Dark sentinels in the fog portend the coming of winter. An icy October rain followed by a frigid night brought the spirits of the damp out of the ground. They wind through the trees with sinister intent, casting long, ominous shadows that stretch and twist in the faint light. But then, silver sun rays slice through the gloom, threatening to cleave the fog's dark designs. The trees stand as quiet legionnaires of the forest, condemned to mere spectatorship as light and shadow wage their silent war.
