I live very near Mt. Hood (or Wy'East, as the Native Americans called it) . I can see it's changing faces throughout the year from the window where I paint. I love the different seasons we have - especially when it snows and the landscape is blanketed in white. There is a quiet serenity and stillness about it that no other season has.
We had the first snowfall in October, when I took this picture. Since then it has snowed again and the mt. looks like a pile of whipped cream. It is still early, as the seasons of fall and winter overlap - and the snow may melt away somewhat at the lower elevations. But the ski lifts have opened already - so I guess winter has arrived, at least on the mt.