Clouds dance around Mt. Whitney like a velvet scarf.
Two Alaskans out fishing on a lazy Sunday morning in what appears to be a tourist poster of Alaska.
Timing is everything. Wind has just died down when I stopped at Green Lake for a break. In the summer in Sierra Nevada mountains, thunderstorms usually develop in the afternoon, and today was no different. For just a few minutes, I had the calm lake to myself. Soon, a thunderstorm rolled in as I was leaving, erasing any trace of the mirror reflection.
