Mountains
If one were to ask me where my church is, where I find the most peace and quiet for reflection, where I reacquaint myself with a need for humility and reverence to greater forces, my answer would always be in the mountains. For many people around the world, mountains hold significant importance. For some, the mountains are nothing short of deity; for others, they are playgrounds to which they return periodically, an escape from day-to-day normalcy. For me, they are a place I am invited to. Exactly how far that invitation extends will depend on Mother Nature (the weather), the mountain (the steepness, height, terrain severity, probability of a rock slide or avalanche), and my own physical and mental preparedness as I approach them. I do not think of mountains as places to conquer or places “to summit.” I think of them as places in which we are guests, where summits are half-way, where going only as far as one can go on any given day is plenty. Mountains are beautiful places where light and wind, mist and cold, sun and heat, snow and rock engage in a dynamic dance that creates spectacular scenes. They are the homes of beautiful creatures, made to be admired as part of our amazing planet. It is my privilege to be invited to the mountains, to explore their landscape, to photograph their beauty, and to escape to my peaceful retreat. 
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