Dark and drear it looked, though there were patches of sunlight on its brown sides, and behind its shoulders the tips of snow-peaks gleamed. “Is that The Mountain?” asked Bilbo in a solemn voice, looking at it with round eyes. He had never seen a thing that looked so big before. “Of course not!” said Balin. “That is only the beginning of the Misty Mountains…” (J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, Chapter III)
Fall in the Alps can be so beautiful: slopes get colorful and peaks are covered with the first snows. Air becomes misty and in a glimpse you find yourself in a fairytale. Here a view of Val Quarazza, in the valley of Macugnaga (Piemonte, Italy).