I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace. Herman Hesse, Siddhartha
Morning,
It was another spring day up on Mt. LeConte. The high was 45. The low was 35. It was 37 and hazy at observation. The snow up top is patchy and it seems like much of the treacherous ice is now benign.
The mist has returned. It lingers atop the staircase like a silken veil, choking off every view. If there's a world beyond this, I wouldn't know it. It adds an allure. It is for the true lover of nature. It is a gift to revel in what others regard as a toilsome misery. As Emerson said, the mystery of nature has never been displayed so happily.
It was another spring day up on Mt. LeConte. The high was 45. The low was 35. It was 37 and hazy at observation. The snow up top is patchy and it seems like much of the treacherous ice is now benign.
The mist has returned. It lingers atop the staircase like a silken veil, choking off every view. If there's a world beyond this, I wouldn't know it. It adds an allure. It is for the true lover of nature. It is a gift to revel in what others regard as a toilsome misery. As Emerson said, the mystery of nature has never been displayed so happily.
Top photo: Cliff Tops at sunset. Above: Cabin in the evening moonlight.
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