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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 dip below the western horizon. As the warmth of daylight is replaced by the cool blue of twilight, this is where I find peace and salvation.
For me, this is Heaven.
My Winter Photography Isn’t All Grand Scenic Landscapes.
Sometimes it’s the little gems that catch my eye.
Here, in my latest article for the New England Photography Guild, I write about the hidden jewels I find along the way to those wonderful mountain vistas.
The object of my affection.
While out photographing yesterday we came across this beautiful rustic cabin.
With its rustic charm and field-stone fireplace, I could easily “downsize” for a simpler life. The cabin alone is a place I could easily call home.
Add the spectacular view to the equation and I call it Heaven.