Dusk on the second evening, looking up the lake toward Aoraki as the alpenglow let go of the summits. The whole scene went violet — sky, water, snow, all of it — with one band of pink holding above the range. The highway curves through the willows below and then it is just lake all the way to the mountains. Stitched as a panorama on the 70–200. September, late winter, and cold enough that waiting those last minutes out was a decision.