Winter scenes like this one always remind me of my childhood pen and ink sketches.
They come like waves of ribbons across the sky. Rows of wings. Shape-shifting in flight. Forming first circles then lines then arches. A mesmerizing choreography only they can do. Instinctive. Fleeting. Inspiring.
Frigid morning temps are easier to take when you awake to this view.
If you could bottle what these winter sunsets feel like, the label would read “Heaven.”
This hilltop cemetery in NW PDX seemed especially eerie after a blizzard. But what a photo op! Love the iced trees against the silver-grey sky.