"In time of storm the clouds seek each other among the crags, and snow falls quietly, whitely, lavishly, filtering into the deepest recesses of the forest, powdering tree and stone and piling high in the gorges and grottoes of the cliffs. As the clouds break a dazzling shining world appears, unearthly and quiet except for the mutter and boom of distant avalanches and the near thudding of fresh snow dropping from the pines." – Ansel Adams