On my last morning in Montana, I was up and gone early. I had a plane to catch but thought if I left early I could have about an hour right at first light to see what it was like up the mountain.
The snow had stopped and I got into the higher country in twilight.
The snow was soft, white, and fresh. The gold of aspen peaked out here and there. A few streams bubbled down the mountainside in this winter wonderland of fresh snow.
I found a few scenes and worked quickly at each one. I knew my time was measured in mere minutes.
I found a hillside with aspen, their yellow leaves peaking through a dusting of snow. I walked in the fresh snow and set up my tripod along streams and framed as many possible images I could make.
I watched as the clouds were beginning to break up with the sunrise. I knew it would be a perfect day to be out with a camera. I only wish I had longer to stay and enjoy the new snow. I wish I had time to get back over to Glacier National Park as I am sure the snow must have been glorious there.
However, I made these few images and then headed out of the mountains and raced to the airport to catch my flight home.