Location: West Shore, Lake Tahoe
Dark sentinel pines in the fog portend the coming of winter. A cold October rain fell at dusk followed by a frigid night, and the spirits of the damp rose up out of the ground. The mist wound through the trees with sinister intent. Finally, silver rays sliced through the gloom, cleaving the fog's dark designs and cast long, ominous shadows that stretched and twisted in the faint light. The trees stood as quiet legionnaires of the forest, condemned to mere spectatorship as light and shadow waged their silent war.
Location: West Shore, Lake Tahoe
Dark sentinel pines in the fog portend the coming of winter. A cold October rain fell at dusk followed by a frigid night, and the spirits of the damp rose up out of the ground. The mist wound through the trees with sinister intent. Finally, silver rays sliced through the gloom, cleaving the fog's dark designs and cast long, ominous shadows that stretched and twisted in the faint light. The trees stood as quiet legionnaires of the forest, condemned to mere spectatorship as light and shadow waged their silent war.
