This is why I love autumn. The leaves, the air, the light, the clouds, the mountain. It is pure magic.
The other day the mountain seemed to glow even though there was almost no snow. The dark rock contrasts spectacularly against the radiant leaves. It is difficult not to stop every mile (or less) and capture some new perspective or changing tree.
Of course, the weather brings new textures, hues and glory to the mountain. Both the population of the sky and the position of the sun make the sunrises and sunsets magnificent.
These clouds were heralds of a small pocket of incoming precipitation. It wouldn’t be much but it would be beautiful nonetheless.
As the rain began to fall on the west side of the Shasta Valley, it yielded some beautiful rainbows. Though fleeting, these were a glorious highlight against the hills and rocks of the Little Scott Mountains. This small range hems in the west side of the valley.
The rain swept through and left a little powder on the higher elevations of Mount Shasta. As the clouds cleared, the light flooded in and the trees began to glow again. Autumn in Mount Shasta, it is pure magic.