16th Annual Smithsonian.com Photo Contest
all flags to visit us
The path was not read under the snow and I lost it almost immediately. I went up through the bushes, on snow-covered rocks, on steep slopes. In slippery places relied on a tripod, knowing how it does not look like an ice pick. In the middle of the road I saw a view of the lake and the tops of the mountain range, from which the wind blew snow flags.
© Alexander Yusupov.
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||Nov. 18, 2018, 9:23 a.m.