Perhaps the most satisfying thing about a day in the mountains, to me, is that nothing ever stays the same for more than a few minutes. If you walk into any direction for half an hour, your perspective of the surroundings will be entirely different. Even if you stay put in one spot, the light will have changed — and the weather may well have shifted from comfortably warm to freezing cold, and back again. These clouds literally flew by during a spring storm at around 9.000 feet. It was so cold that after taking my gloves off I only managed to take two frames. An hour later, back down in a valley about 1.600 feet below, you could have walked around in a shirt.