22* halo (circle), with sundogs, sun pillar and portion of parhelic circle (horizontal)
Kind of hard to just ski along with this crazy shit going on over your shoulder, like should I maybe drop to my knees, and bow down in supplication, preparing for the rapture? Or is light scattering and refracting off ice crystals in geometric patterns, suspended dancing in the sky, just another day on Planet Winter.
There is such clean, underlying order at the heart of seeming chaos, like archetypal forms, at intersections with other dimensions.
(no photoshop shenanigans, just crop, level, exposure adjustment, fill light and a slight saturation boost, as with all my photos, and I rarely even touch the saturation at that. The stray lens flare that looks like Saturn is just more random coolness)
Inversion fog layer lapping up against the shore of the Carson Range. Dunderberg Peak visible at far right, 94 miles down range.








