All my dreams revealed...
The mountains never fail to surprise me whenever I'm in their company. Jay and I had just reached level ground in the high valley mentioned in the previous post when we stopped for a break. Sitting in silence on the banks of a singing mountain stream we looked back at the way we'd come and saw this view, a view that had nothing in common with what we'd seen of it prior to starting up the path some twenty minutes before. Our first glimpse of this scene had been of totally clagged out mountain tops, the clag only broken in a few places by exposure meter busting holes, lit from behind by a low sun. There was no chance of creating any kind of photograph that wouldn't have resulted in black as pitch shadows or super nova highlights. Deep down though, I knew things could change rapidly, hopefully, while we were still in a position to see the drama unfold.
Sure enough, things did change, the wind picked up, the light and temperature dropped and the clouds were getting up to misty mischief with the sun and mountains. We were entranced by the scene and enthralled by the wild balletic behaviour of the clouds, which seemed to be happening in graceful slow motion because of our distant viewpoint. We watched with child-awed intensity as wispy snakes of cloud writhed around the steep, rocky flanks of the mountains while higher cloud circled menacingly, dark behemoths of the sky dancing a storm dance with their earthbound partners. I turned to Jay and said, with an almost reverential whisper lest the clouds might catch my voice on the wind and take flight, "Clouds. The only things that can make a mountain seem small and insignificant. And the only things that can bring out the beauty and soul of a mountain".
I love clouds. I love mountains. Put the two together…
All my dreams revealed...
The mountains never fail to surprise me whenever I'm in their company. Jay and I had just reached level ground in the high valley mentioned in the previous post when we stopped for a break. Sitting in silence on the banks of a singing mountain stream we looked back at the way we'd come and saw this view, a view that had nothing in common with what we'd seen of it prior to starting up the path some twenty minutes before. Our first glimpse of this scene had been of totally clagged out mountain tops, the clag only broken in a few places by exposure meter busting holes, lit from behind by a low sun. There was no chance of creating any kind of photograph that wouldn't have resulted in black as pitch shadows or super nova highlights. Deep down though, I knew things could change rapidly, hopefully, while we were still in a position to see the drama unfold.
Sure enough, things did change, the wind picked up, the light and temperature dropped and the clouds were getting up to misty mischief with the sun and mountains. We were entranced by the scene and enthralled by the wild balletic behaviour of the clouds, which seemed to be happening in graceful slow motion because of our distant viewpoint. We watched with child-awed intensity as wispy snakes of cloud writhed around the steep, rocky flanks of the mountains while higher cloud circled menacingly, dark behemoths of the sky dancing a storm dance with their earthbound partners. I turned to Jay and said, with an almost reverential whisper lest the clouds might catch my voice on the wind and take flight, "Clouds. The only things that can make a mountain seem small and insignificant. And the only things that can bring out the beauty and soul of a mountain".
I love clouds. I love mountains. Put the two together…