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.