This morning my little corner of Washington is covered in ice, frost, and pea-soup fog. It makes me think of how I imagine winters are in the Scottish highlands and on my long drive to work, I can almost imagine the rolling fields dotted with sheep instead of cattle. But my morning drive yesterday was breathtaking. The colors, the brilliance, and the beauty dazzled me so that I could hardly look at it. But I did manage to pull over and snap this shot of the picturesque North Cascades and stately Mount Baker silhouetted against a gorgeous sunrise.