Wednesday morning was frosty and foggy.
The light was right, and I thought I could get some interesting pictures.
But I wasn't getting a lot of cooperation from my favorite subjects.
The low clouds amplified the sounds of the range, and everybody was a little bit distracted.
George: I think we're under attack.
Me: You've heard coyotes howl before. Just relax.
George: Easy for you to say, short ears.