Mountains are moody one could almost say fickle. In the high Pamirs a year's seasons could pass in an afternoon. This scene was of a small Tajik village perched 14,000ft up beneath a mountain which rose a futher 8-9,000ft. The place was cold at night, the air was thin and the villagers rosey faced as all mountain dwellers seem to be, something to do with oxygen and altitude.
I miss these scenes, rainy Istanbul (yes it's still raining here) is a challenge, still mustn't complain.