The thousand foot high cliffs lining the sides of Endicott Arm were wreathed in fog for much of the morning cruise through this fjord. When it began to lift, I made this long telephoto image of alternating bands of fog rising between rhythmically repeating stands of trees along the sides of the cliff. The eye is ultimately drawn to a startling patch of pure blue sky, squeezed between the receding strips of fog and the layer of overhead clouds. Such is the process of weather itself, expressed here on a grand scale.