Odd how climbing up a slippery, ice-covered slope underneath a waterfall can seem like a quiet and peaceful experience. Even the icicles raining down around me seemed like a friendly embrace. Here's to the mountain that reminded me how beautiful a thing winter can really be...
The whole world is, to me, very much "alive" - all the little growing things, even the rocks. I can't look at a swell bit of grass and earth, for instance, without feeling the essential life - the things going on - within them. The same goes for a mountain, or a bit of the ocean, or a magnificent piece of old wood. ― Ansel Adams
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"Mountain Falls" |
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"Origins" |
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For scale.... |
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