Speaking of iconic, majestic scenes... Buff and I took care of her mother when she was dying. It was autumn and I needed to get away for a couple of days. I decided to go to the Tetons but my trip was hampered somewhat by a huge thunderstorm with hail. I made it to eastern Idaho at dusk and the clouds parted long enough for me to photograph the western side of the Tetons. Throughout the night the sky cleared and the next morning, very early, I drove around to the eastern side. While literally hundreds of photographers stood at Schwabacher's Landing, I stood alone a few miles away and made this photograph I call First Light. I am absolutely certain that my mother had her hand in the making of this photograph, because she follows me everywhere and smooths my path in life.