When I have a window seat, and I can do it without being too obnoxious, I like to take pictures from airplanes. Leaving Portland, I frequently do it in the hopes that I will snatch a shot of Mount Hood like this one.
Friday morning the clouds were riding thick and high, so the mountains were hidden from view. However, those pesky clouds were actually lovely, draped in early morning light. They seemed to create a new and ever-changing landscape of their own and it seemed that one should have been able to frolic in their snow-like fluffiness.