The Light Fandango
My Eyes Were Open
Sixteen Vestal Virgins
The Truth Is Plain To See
At First Just Ghostly
A Whiter Shade Of Pale
A Whiter Shade Of Pale
The snowy winter weather has shown us a lot of white sky on white mountains and the old Procol Harum song has been singing in my head. All photos are in Northeast Oregon. The mountains are the Blues and the Eagle Caps.