Morning at Mohonk I
Autumn always seems more delicate up at Mohonk than lower down. In the early light, the lake lay dark and deep. Riders were already making their way along the shore, but the pavilion was empty, its posts framing the sunlit trees across the water. People passed and the season changed; the rocks seemed untouched by either.
秋天的 Mohonk，山顶的秋色总比山下细腻。清晨湖水幽深，早有人策马而行。亭子里还没有人，柱子框住晨光，只有山石恒久不变。
Continue the Sequence: Morning at Mohonk II