Night rolls in as a thunderstorm rumbles in the distance over the Teton mountain range. Despite the darkness, wind and light rain, I know that I am in the right place. Between the flashes of mother nature’s performance I make subtle adjustments as the night light grows dim. The wind makes my stone-bag a necessity to keep my tripod still, and I must be vigilant in keeping specks of rain from off my lens. Minutes pass as I count off frame after frame, some lucky, some black, until the dark of night encompasses me. Uncertain and a little wet, yet full of hope, I pack my gear and return home for a night of rest as nature’s music sounds quietly in the distance.