Fantastic photos all over your site! I clearly need to read the instructions for my camera better to come any where near yours!

I look forward to your further posts.

Trips to the Alps (in every nation they anchor to the Earth) were abbreviated stints in the form of Saturday Volksmarches or weekend ski trips (with a focus on the next run rather than the view around me). My family and I wolfed down the scenary like a bunch of basic training grunts at chow.

Much older, somewhat wiser and entirely fed to the gills with fatique at the American way of experiencing life on the go, I find myself reflecting on the way in which those beautiful mountains framed the world. I am left with hazy memories of isolated towns and villages nestled in the cradle of alpine peaks. I have only a washed out and color-faded slide show in my mind of wildflowers on lush green slopes.

I kick myself because even those foggy memories of what I so easily discounted as a child are still breathtaking. How much more life-affirming would those vistas be now that I’m so hungry for that kind of tranquility and majesty. Your post has contributed to a growing need to go back and see a world I took for granted in my youth. Thanks for the memories and the inspiration.

Lovely photo’s, that second one could be Montana if you didn’t know.