Despite high winds, falling snow and a blizzard advisory, Kim walked Charles the Great this morning, and I joined for another session this afternoon after the air had calmed a bit. But it was unpleasant enough to compel me to find alternative visual inspiration. So digging through old Kodachromes, I find these from a December 1971 trip to Death Valley, taken somewhere in the Owens Valley on the way:
Plus these in Death Valley itself:
