Every now and then I go through my old photographs. One mid-July we escaped the oppressive heat of the valley and enjoyed a picnic on top of Mary's Peak, a coastal range mountain in Oregon. On a very clear day the ocean is visible, but I don't recall if we saw it or not during our visit. The reason we'd gone was not to lunch some cool place with a great view, but to see the butterflies. The peak was their oasis.
By moving with the speed of a heliotrope, I was able to create happy accidents like this photograph.