Silhouettes and Elephants

At this time of the year the days are shorter, but just before sunset often brings beautiful, sharp silhouettes of the mountains.
When we were kids, my father would often be painting the inside of some of the houses at the Hermatige Club on the Magog Road. As he drove home he would marvel at sharp black outlines of our mountains. Many times he would arrive home, and pile us into the van and drive back in the direction he had just travelled, so that we would see them as well.

Last night was a good example of how Mt. Elephantis struts his stuff. Silhouettes and colours all in one.
These are for you Dad.