I think you may have placed the snowball on the barrier, which made it less of an obstacle to our journey through the mountains and more of a destination within the mountains, a place to turn, (turn, turn). Turn around, go back the way we came, try again, in another way. Each day (now and then) seen as a journey, not just within a stretch of time but also a space somewhere in our minds, space travel. Then and now become space-time in (some) of our photographs. Photography is strange. We make photographs, not knowing how they will be seen or felt in the future. Often we make a photograph and don't know why, or for whom, or anything like that, but we hold on to some of these little things we've made, just a few, for our future.