Something happens to the air in the five to six-thousand foot elevation range, where breathing changes from something you do not think about much to something you do for pleasure. A lot like the air around waterfalls or the pounding surf. On this particular day, it was not long after I had reached that altitude that I also saw this glowing warm light filtering through the clouds and illuminating the distant mountains. Adding in the pleasurable experience of photographing the resulting scene made this afternoon feel practically hedonistic. But there is no shame in it. Landscape photography is good, honest hedonism.