In keeping with my recent fascination with snow, clouds and mountains — all at once — I took this picture of the Sandia’s east of Albuquerque. It snowed for two days, unusual to be sure, and the clouds rising, as it seemed, from the very essence of the mountain portend more gloom. An ancient demon rises from the crest, his arms outstretched to engulf the world. This Balrog emerges from the fog like a creature freed from an eternal prison, ready to work his horror on the surrounding dessert. I can almost hear his deep, resonant sigh of pleasure at his newfound freedom.
Or it’s just clouds.
I like Balrogs.