5 am. Caucasus mountains

The earliest departure at sunrise at 2 am, terrible shaking on the road for another three hours. Elbrus, highlighted in pink, and it starts to seem to me that the genre of landscape photography is not for me ... I put the camera away, touch the moss with my finger and find a frozen mushroom, tap the hat with my fingernail. I delve deeper into the drawings of ice on a puddle ... The sun rises higher. It seems that all the most beautiful was yesterday, on a misty mountain, it is difficult to compete with it ... But, turning my back to the illuminated Elbrus, I see nameless peaks undeservedly deprived of attention, which give out everything they are capable of, fighting for the right to admire. I take out the camera ...