Sign of Life

This morning, as I was getting up before dawn, I realized that the string of lights on the foothills of Ararat were visible. This was significant because for the last several weeks, fog and clouds have shrouded the view of Mt. Ararat almost completely. I wasn't sure if the mountain itself would be visible, but sure enough, even before real sunlight, the outline of the two peaks began appearing.

The air is crisp and cold this morning, and the temperature has dropped well below freezing, but a welcome change from the muggy days of the last month or so.

The other welcome visitor I had this morning almost in my bedroom was a swallow perched up on the balcony tiles. You know what that means! Spring can't be too far off. Yes, I do this to console myself.

Friday night was old new year's eve. Here's a jumbled shot of a lot of color, in the midst of light snow fall. It was beautiful all around.

Enjoy the view.