In the high mountains there exists a special quality of presence.
It is no coincidence that they have attracted the seekers of both spirit and art over the millennia.
For upon these shattered peaks there is a great sense of unity. From them we can see everything and everything sees us.
Boundaries and lines dissolve into the greater whole.
There is no man and nature here, just pure nature and indescribable freedom and beauty.
The nearness of death lends an extra keenness to the presence of the living and even fear itself is blown to the four winds.
In the absence of fear the creatures can approach each other with complete trust and for a while we are denizens of the sky and we dance together 6000ft above the plains below.
One always finds this in the high wild places.
