Morning light and new snow on the mountain
I was up before dawn, sat and watched that ghost mountain go from white against dark blue sky, to rose and gold and now brilliant white against bright blue. Sunny and clear, but single-digit cold out there! Charlie got me in to watch the final dress rehearsal of the play for which he is a stage-hand this time around. It is called DETROIT and, while the acting was good--a professional group of 4 actors, and the overall theme is worthy, I just didn't care for the play itself. It involves the... Sign in to see full entry.