Mountains in the Mist

After a lackluster attempt at winter, the Izmir weather gods seem to have grown bored with the idea. Let's move on to more pleasureable things! they seem to be saying. There is a definite sense of imminent something -- something good -- on the air and I feel a certain sudden inexplicable need to be outside. These photos are from my last walk along the waterfront by our apartment. I love how the light is constantly shifting, and the mountains change clothes throughout the day -- now invisible, now black touched with gold, now gray, now lilac. Never a dull moment.