Alpine Canticle
Awakening high in the mountainous realm, I found myself above the earthly veil of clouds, perched upon a stony precipice where only the pines, gnarled and steadfast, dared to reside. The first light of day broke free, and as the sun climbed from its slumber, it bestowed upon the world an orange and golden robe, casting a fierce and ethereal glow upon the weathered rock and ancient pines. The very air seemed to sing with the chill of altitude, a melody both bracing and invigorating. There, amidst the silent witnesses of ages past, I felt a profound connection with the raw, untamed forces of the natural world, where the sun, the rock, and the pines stood as guardians of an eternal secret, inviting me to partake in their timeless, awe-inspiring communion.
A photograph by awhurst.
Edition 1/1
