I’m in Zakopane, Poland right now, a cute town that reminds me of many mountain towns in Washington State that exist to serve the mountain travel industry – skiing, hiking, riding cable cars to the mountain top while wearing hiking boots. I haven’t been in mountains like this for at least a year, and I’ve missed them. Mossy, pine-covered slopes are home, and my life doesn’t take me to them as often as I’d like. Of course, it provides other benefits, but when I drive to a new (or even a familiar) mountain destination, I can feel the smile creep across my face and sink into my being as I round each new corner of the twisting highway.
Today’s photo was from the valley floor (in a couple days, there’ll be a much more picturesque view from a hilltop), and it’s not the sexiest mountain photo ever made. Though I was deeply frustrated by the billboards (I doubt there are too many who love the things, but, wow, do they piss off a landscape photographer), I liked the wires and abandoned train station of Poronin, the next town over from Zakopane. What I like in this photo is the way the majesty of the first rays of sun (5:43 am) striking the mountains and clouds elevates, or at least balances, the mundane of a billboard-riddled, over-wired country highway.