High up in the mountains, cloudy skies and a strong gust of wind can doom the delicate arrangement for the cyanotypes. But the random disturbances enrich this type of photography for me. 

Carefully, I lay out the plants and stones in a dark shed. I want them to stretch out like mother nature's hands. Finally, I walk outside and place them in the sun. 

 I spontaneously put my hand on top of the plants and wait. Each cyanotype is an experiment, because the weather changes every minute.