And Mock Our Eyes With Air

Mozart: Concerto for Four Winds

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish,
A vapor sometime like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't that nod unto the world
And mock our eyes with air.
Thou hast seen these signs:
They are black vesper's pageants.
--William Shakespeare
Antony and Cleopatra

2013 Burning Man Festival Time-Lapse from Old Razorback Mountain