I'm always amazed at the multitude of life on the mountain. So many flowers, from microscopic size to mammoth size. HIdden streams that play hide and seek, small saplings and towering 200 year old firs.... millions of acres and a pristine silence where it all seems you can hold it in the palm of your hand. Treasures indeed.
these have such a presence. you capture not so much a moment, as a momentary impression. not the mountains themselves but the mountains' movement in you.
warm and luminous.
This is amazing. It doesn't have to have a lot of detail for me to have the perfect image in my head. Also, the place you selected to describe is great.
Discovery. An arduous path leading to a glorious reward. The journey and its companions.. Sometimes loneliness and inspiration are the best companions, one can potentially have..Great going !!
To me it sounds like a little piece of Heaven here on Earth.
And hopefully it will stay there.. untouched other than the heather by a kind human hand. Climbing with the moon, I like those words together.
oh...the pleasure of solitude in the wilderness...it takes a keen eye to appreciate the beauty...and a keener pen to write it down...u seem to blessed with both...
Ooooh, this feel's like art sun, ed, and robin meeting at an intersection and colliding beautifully>> What gentle yet profound subtleties you pour from your love of natural beauty>>
I'm always amazed at the multitude of life on the mountain. So many flowers, from microscopic size to mammoth size. HIdden streams that play hide and seek, small saplings and towering 200 year old firs.... millions of acres and a pristine silence where it all seems you can hold it in the palm of your hand. Treasures indeed.
I am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express .
Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..