Clouds, almost like lingerie on a quiet, sunny winter day–the level of mystery–what is really there that I can’t see? I want to see more.
Lord Byron saw it in storm and had quite a different take, documented in his poem, ‘Manfred‘.
The view south toward the Jungfrau massif from the Interlaken region. Real estate agents might call this the million dollar view.
The presence and absence of sunlight…
…on earth, water and air.
…plants, animals, humans…
…shelter…and all are in the landscape.
It’s that time of year for snow–mid-November, northern hemisphere, in highlands ski country, though the weather is not quite ready to play.
…but we can fix that…fire up the snow machines!
…in the mountains…in one hour.
Autumn leaves are like forty years of a happy marriage.
The future is always unseen, uncertain, filled with anxiety.
Died and gone to heaven–all is clear.
These images revealed themselves over 15 minutes during an 800 meter climb on a cogwheel train in the Bernese Oberland Swiss Alps.