The last day of January, 2015. As usual I didn’t think much about it, in that it was the last day of the first month of another new year. I just got up early as usual, hopeful to get as much out of the day as I could.
A snowstorm had arrived the day before. Good: we need the moisture. This one would linger for two days. So, even better, though it wasn’t predicted to be a heavy one.
As the day dawned I could see that we had a new coat of snow sticking to the ground. As the daylight brightened more, I couldn’t see all that much more, because it was foggy. Bright soft wet snow clinging to just about everything. Lovely. It would greatly limit my photographic horizons for the young morning. But who knows what it might reveal, too.
So I drove out along White Canyon, the overlook road to the Natural Bridges. I didn’t have time to hike down into the canyon. Just as well: I was glad to be experiencing the day with the pure new snow and the fog softly blotting out the sky.
The fog clung to our Cedar Mesa top for most of the day. But the storm front was moving east, so the clouds must be dragged away with it.
The higher landmarks began appearing in the clouds. The Woodenshoe Buttes. The Bears Ears Buttes. Some blue sky, even, later.
Thus evening light was shaping up in a big way. Back out to re-cover the morning’s drive I went. Clouds lifting more, blue sky, the nearly full moon in the east.
I drove out to Maverick Point for the sunset. That wide open view.
I watched the sunset colors fade, then returned home.
A fitting end to January here at 6,500 feet in southeast Utah, on Cedar Mesa.