Time is fleeting, especially in the mountains. Consumed by transit, builds, and attempts, our incessant pursuit of perfection seems to accelerate light’s vanishing tendency. Yet, sometimes its passage is what’s needed to achieve obscure objectives. Such is the case here, with Mikkel Bang’s precisely frozen tailgrab. As the sun dips below the peaks, and the mountains are washed with a deep, sunless blue, perfection is found just as time evaporated with the day’s last light.