It was another warm morning middle of the winter. River section that was to be frozen had water flowing in the middle and my snowshoes were sinking in the slush beside the river. I was waiting for the clouds to move, so Mount Chephren would be covered with direct light. As well waiting for a fresh ripple of water to flow over the ice front of me to get a clearer reflection of the peak. The light was on the peak, the reflection was much better, grabbed the picture and just got myself out of the slush. Then it was time to find the dippers I was hearing and find a place to eat.
Until next moent,
Amar