The little Cessna rattled through the Alaskan sky, its engine humming against an  endless wilderness. Beyond my window the world fell away into ice, and jagged stone. Then it appeared, the Broken Tooth rising up like the shattered fang of some giant. For one perfect second everything aligned perfectly. The glowing red wing framing the mountain in a way no pilot could have planned of could repeat. A rare moment when light, and landscape mesh perfectly.