Snowdon: Climbing New Heights

As with all natural light shows there comes a time that the pinnacle of wonderment is replaced by an ebbing of colour, when this happened and the scarlet crimson’s diminished in intensity the eye was struck by the silver edged mist on Llynnau Mymbyr.

This had been somewhat neglected as the colour wash dominated, but the fragile gracefulness of mist now predominated as light cast out from behind cloud highlighted its flow from lake surface to lower hillside, all was accomplished in an elegant way as wisps of mist crept upward to be swallowed by the warmth of day.  It seemed as if the early morning awakening on the land of Eryri had been transformed into a Japanese silk painting, one of wonder and myth.