This is the edge of Mt. Snowdon in Wales, taken after a storm, from the backyard of a B&B where we were staying, almost a decade ago. It one of the favorite photographs that I have ever taken, for a number of reasons. In part, because it was unplanned, and in part, because it is from Wales, where some of my ancestors were from (on my dad's side, my mom's side originated in Switzerland. What happens when you cross a culture with one of the longest histories of continuous insurrection with a culture known for neutrality?) The owners were selling the B&B so that they could retire (don't ask me why they would ever want to leave that view...), for a mere 80,000 pounds sterling...
