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Just when I started dreaming of a grand sunset with clearing skies and when the evening light had started illuminating the peaks of Swargrohini to bright golden colors, the clouds suddenly rushed into the valley. It was so fast that there was barely any time to change the location. Thanks heaven, I was properly dressed because the weather had instantly changed the seasons to a wintery one. Although intimidated by this sudden change, I persisted still, and kept shooting with the river rushing down while the cloud rolls in. In my opinion such storms are more indicative of the Himalayas and mountain regions alike. I was lucky enough to capture such terrific mood that was shared with me.

Pretty soon the clouds have totally engulfed the landscape in themselves and the 21000 ft peaks in front of us were completely invisible. You would barely see anything beyond a couple of feet. The constant roaring sound of the creek persisted still, although got a slightly pale as moved farther to find my group in the cloud.

At 1300- feet in Himalayas there is always one season that we can best predict everyday and thats is "Unpredictable". This image is just a small attempt to show it. Taken with 5D, 16-35mm and on Gitzo Mountaineer Tripod. Thanks for your comments.