If the sky over Yonago were a stage, Mount Daisen would be hogging the spotlight. Daisen lurks in the cover of Yonago waiting centuries to seize the fattest clouds. Every cloud that attempts to pass Daisen will face a dilemma. Either the clouds must wriggle away from their captor in the dead of night or surrender and rain themselves over the top the mountain. If a wild cloud arrives at night the face of Daisen appears to be a welcoming place to take a break. If a cloud should make the fatal decision to rest its weary pillows then by the morning it will have fallen pray to Daisen’s trap and be strung across the mountain as a white bed of snow. The snow sheets on Daisen are on display like a hunter trophies his pellets.