An alpine meadow keeps the shortest office hours in nature — snowbound eight months, then six frantic weeks of wildflowers working overtime, then frost again. The flowers know the schedule; they bloom all at once, an entire year of colour compressed into the gap between thaws.
The photographs here catch that appointment kept: slopes in full flower under peaks still wearing snow, huts with geraniums defying the altitude, cowbells implied in every frame even though photographs are silent.
There is something quietly encouraging about ecosystems that flourish on a deadline. Six good weeks, taken seriously, are apparently enough.
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