I was leaving the Cascades (mountain range spanning Northern California to British Columbia) outside Seattle. Hour and a half before sunset. Light drizzle. Beautiful light filtering through a thick mist, doing all kinds of magical stuff. Sheer rock on one side and a river on the other. Lush greenery in every direction, as is normal in the PNW. I was passing by comp after comp, looking desperately for a place to stop and get in on the action. And then I drove past a big rock, right in the middle of the road. It hadn't been there a couple hours ago, when I was driving the other way. Family with me, I stepped on the gas. So yeah, no photos from that moment.
About 20 minutes later, outside the mountains and in less perilous conditions, I managed to pull this one off:
And here're a few more shots from that trip.