National Geographic : 1996 Dec
Local wisdom says that spring climbs the mountains a hundredfeet a day. By the timefresh green washes the ridgetops, lush leaves (previous pages) alreadyshade the brimful river,and morning mists rise with near summer laziness. Austere branches (above) cast off the gaudierhues of autumn, left with only water dropletsfor adornment. An early snow squall (following pages) mutes the valley with a sudden brush of winter white.