On the trip back from San Francisco a few weeks ago, we flew through Denver. I was on a United flight, which I like because passengers are able to listen to the air traffic control communication from our seats. I heard the Denver center direct many a plane to fly directly over Longs Peak as they directed all the traffic carefully through huge thunderheads and onto the ground in Denver.

As we landed, my window faced west, and I saw the silhouette of the Rockies in the distance backlit by the sunset. I am not entirely certain, but my best guess is that the tallest mountain on the horizon is indeed Longs Peak, the 14,259 foot grandaddy of Rocky Mountain National Park. In late July 2004, seven friends and I climbed almost to the top of the peak before being turned back by late season ice and snow.

The photo wasn't sharp to begin with, so I enhanced the softness a bit to emphasize the clouds and rain we were flying through.

Tomorrow I'll be returning to photos from my more recent trip to Seattle.

Elsewhere, I'm doing Scene from my Life this week, so check it out.

Reminds me of Lord of the Rings... looking at the Mt. Doom fire and smoke enshrouding Mordor.

Love the colors and the soft focus.