Ridges and summits of the southern White Mountains, as seen from their 6,288-foot highest summit, rippled off into the distance. There (unlike the unseen blue overhead), thick cirrus occupied that sky sector near the horizon. Although it was a calm, fair day atop Mt. Washington, a deep zoom through the thickest part of the troposphere maximized the sight path through particulates in the boundary layer, lending a hazier view than folks experienced through the naked eye. The visual effect was real and present, but siloed compositionally to isolate it.
