It’s 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 in geometric patterns off ice crystals suspended dancing in the sky, just another day on Planet Winter? There is a clean, underlying order, like archetypal forms, at the heart of such seeming chaos, as if intersections with other dimensions.
Visible here are what’s known as a 22* halo (circle), with sundogs, a sun pillar and a portion of the parhelic circle (horizontal), all readily explainable by physics. But what explains the existence of physics? As if our feeble mortal intellects could even comprehend. It is enough to know that we live in such a wonderous place. We don’t get to know why. Yet it is crucial that we wonder.
(no photoshop shenanigans here, 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 really just more random coolness.)
Inversion fog layer lapping up against the shore of the Carson Range. Dunderberg Peak visible at right, 94 miles down range.







