Some places don't ask anything of you. They just open up and let you disappear into them.
The land had seen rough times. But the sun always came up.
A life hard lived, quietly returning to the earth. And all around it, everything is still growing.
The reality of man and nature, and the battle that rages between them.
Before the world woke up, there was this.
Destruction and peace, all in the same breath.
Halfway down the mountain, not a word between us. For just a minute, he let the mountain change him
Three miles up, a thousand feet higher, and worth every single step.
Ten feet away on the ridge of Mt. Aeneas. We were both just trying to get to the top
No map, no plan. Just a forest road and whatever came next
Sometimes the path itself is the destination.
Alone with God, alone with the quiet. Some places are just made for that.