I escaped what passes for civilization and spent last weekend in the White Mountains amongst the Bristlecone Pine. Cloudless skys prompted me to try a bit of night photography (see Bristlecone Pines 2011). Those cloudless skys also made for less than dramatic sunrises. Nevertheless, I was at Patriarch's Grove at 5am - even without drama, its an humbling place.

Wandered about most of the morning and happened on this scene, which is what this post is about:



I alternate between finding it compelling and finding it boring. Comments would be appreciated.