It was the first warm night in a long time. Early summer. Scent of spruce in the air. I pulled off the highway to rest at some lake and sat on the boat launch and set up my camera. After about 100 shots of the scene I determined that none of the session’s pictures were usable and turned to leave. And there it was. The mountain was perfectly lit by the moon, but a bit dark because of a pesky cloud that wouldn’t go away, so I stretched out the exposure as much as I could and opened the aperture all the way. Two or three shots later I drove off smiling.