Freshly blanketed in the season’s first snow by a fall squall, the northwestern San Juans near Telluride receive a final dusting of the day from a deck of trailing nimbostratus. That season, the first to fall was the last to melt! This snow would be buried under progressively deeper accumulations the next day, and in succeeding weeks, through the remainder of the cold season, not to see direct sunlight again until sometime the following summer. Oh yeah, the foreground foliage was amazing, too.
