I stayed out late hoping the night sky would cooperate. It did. The Milky Way showed up between the ridges. The lake below was a black mirror and the last pockets of snow caught a little moonlight. The real show for me this night though was the way the waning moon, setting in the west, just managed to paint the eastern ridgetops with its dying light. It was worth every chilled minute spent getting the shots for this scene. My friends missed the show, but they got to see a great picture.