Look down upon the rightful mountains,
As they lay so alive within their sleep,
Holding those who are among them
From tiny bugs, to birds of flight,
It is beauty at its best. As they are alive, in the footprints of the snow, to the wealth of creatures moving through the day...the night... in leaves and branches of a thousand trees.
Walk these woods, walk these mountains, a journey upward, a journey down, shallow breath, heavy chest, remember the feeling of beauty, think on this thing so rough, so viciously dreamlike, when you walk.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Hayley Westwood
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