Summer in the high meadows of the Tatoosh range is as striking as it is short. From snow melt to first snow, entire cycles of life will come into being, flourish, then cease to be. Three bull elk forage through this alpine wonderland of flowers, rufus hummingbirds and dragon flies, as they bulk up for winter’s certain onset. Yet as this day’s last light falls on the ridgetops behind, the snows are far off and the majesty of summer abounds.