I head into the mountains. When I switch trains I find myself in the middle of a snow storm.

I am impressed by the amount of snow piling up all around me …

… and worry about my connecting train, …

… but this time I get away. There is no snow on the West Coast, but people seem prepared anyway.

Another train carries me back into the mountains, somewhat further to the south.

I follow a path …

… into a forest …

… of cold and silent beauty.

Birds are watching …

… and a hand feeds them.

I pass a shrine …

… on my way into town.

I pass through and walk up a mountain path …

… where time itself seems frozen.