Treetops

I woke up to rain but by the afternoon the sky had cleared, Canigou had put on a fresh, white napkin and the light was as crisp as cornflakes without milk and the sky as blue as a sailor's collar. So I could not resist getting the mountain in my shot as I will soon have to hold it, for a while at least, only in my mind's eye. It is a view I never tire of so I have to be careful not to blip it every day.