The challenge in visiting iconic places that have been photographed to death is finding unique perspectives, especially when viewing points are limited. And landscapes aren’t my strong point to start with. I knew my images for the day weren’t going to yield much if anything original. So as we were getting ready to leave the Col de la Forclaz, I was thinking I’d like to try and catch a shot or two of the cows grazing in a field lower down, but then I realized they were no longer where I’d seen them just a few minutes earlier. Mildly disappointed I headed to the car, and then I heard it — the melodious sound of cowbells. Getting louder. Coming up the road…?? Yes, the head of a brown and white cow came into view round the bend in the road. And behind her the rest of the herd plodded steadily along. They were heading home for the evening and totally ignored the tourists still on the mountain. The road was very steep, it was hot, and some of the cows looked as if they were really having to make a supreme effort to get up the road, especially those with udders almost full to bursting. Several would just stop in the middle of the road for a few seconds as if catching their breath before continuing on up the mountain.