I stared at this mountain top across the valley for quite some time. Clouds were shifting. Light was changing.

My perch (and my 4x4's traction) atop the boulders, precarious.

Risking a tumble down the rock slide, I pulled out my camera and crawled out to the edge.

I managed just a few shots before succumbing the whisper in the back of my mind to keep moving, off of the rocks, to sturdier ground.