Although we may not understand a landscape, we can feel its beauty tingling within our bodies.

 

"We can see . . . a grand page of mountain manuscript that I would gladly give my life to be able to read.  How vast it seems, how short human life . . . , and how little we may learn, however hard we try!  Yet why bewail our poor inevitable ignorance?  Some of the external beauty is always in sight, enough to keep every fibre of us tingling, and this we are able to gloriously enjoy though the methods of its creation may lie beyond our ken."

The Contemplative John Muir, p. 277

Photo: Twisted Lodgepole Pine on Mills Lake with the Arrowhead looming in the mist, February 5, 2012