A fitting musical match I feel, a beautiful contemplative song with amazing vocals

(thanks Pat in New Zealand for reminding me of this)

In The Arms of the Angels

The currents in Turnagain Arm are strong and swift, and now the ice is forming fast, it was moving 3-5 knots here.
You can't outrun it if you are on the flats, you can't out paddle it in a Kayak.
You just have to watch it from a safe distance, and only play in it at slack tide, and when the ice isn't there.
The noise you hear is the wind, the temperature was in the lower teens F.
It is chilling to say the least to stand out there for even half a minute now.

This music may perhaps seem a departure considering my propensity toward hard rock, but it's really just another layer.

Lost Horizon

When the mountains turn white in the Chugach, and are capped with fresh cornices, and the ponds and marshes are all froze, and the swans have all flown, it is the end of season, that time is now.

The sun sets before 5pm now here, one of my last shots in October was the breath of middle earth,

Mount Redoubt still steaming in this 30 second exposure.

But now it is November and winter is here suddenly, the season that belongs to strange optics in the sky.

When the mirage Fata Morgan (the shape shifter) once again slices and dices even a mountain, this is again Mount Redoubt, similar view.

And another just minutes later in this first show from the trickster in the new season