"Eastward the dawn rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight... it was no more than a glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them , out of memory, and old tales, of the high and distant mountains." Tolkien
The best view of Alpenglow I have ever seen was reflected upon the face of my partner as we climbed above the clouds on to a ridgeline high in the Rockies...
The glow of the rising or setting sun upon the mountains warms even the coldest time of year... My skill is limited in trying to capture a sense of Alpenglow on the small Summit Stones I've painted, but each one seems to be getting closer and closer...
DSD
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