Seasons Change Windswept and frigid. Lonely, beautiful in frozen solitude with just one other sharing the alpine majesty. Only the winter wind breaks the silence. Clouds fill the sky over sun warmed summits. Trails come alive with mountain adventurers. Seasons change, the mountains remain.
Feeding my soul at 5,000 feet. The mountains are my church, and the windswept summits are the altar upon which I find solace. In The Church Of Ice And Snow. Many worship behind stained glass, or under minarets. My place of worship is in solitude, high on a mountain ridge as I watch the sun… Read More