I had waited for this day. A low spring snow had fallen in the Olympic Mountains the night before and the peaks behind Port Angeles appeared majestic against a bright blue sky. Following the old Mount Angeles Road, back of town, I came upon this idyllic scene. Completely enthralled with what was before me, I climbed up on top of my car and set up my equipment. Thirty minutes later I was through, exhilerated with the thought that I had captured a masterpiece. Some children waiting for their morning school bus and witnessing the entire episode asked, as I came down off my perch, “Mister, what are you taking a picture of?”