Last Prince of Wales, Redux

On December 8 I wrote about a day almost a year ago when I climbed a muddy Welsh hill to see a castle ruin and a romantic and other-worldly statue of the last Welsh Prince of Wales.

The photograph in question, one I was very proud of.

See for yourself.



However, I wasn't alone on that hilltop. The resident storm chaser eventually decided to follow me up and snap a few shots of his own, and damn if he didn't see a better angle than I did.

Sigh.



I hate when that happens.

(I'm not the one who slipped on the way down and ended up with a muddy bum, though, so there.)