Mountains have a way of humbling us. Their magnitude seems impossible to contain, always stretching beyond what the eye - or a lens - can hold. Standing before them, one feels a quiet awe, as if nature itself is reminding us of our smallness, of the balance between the visible and the invisible, the earthly and the spiritual.

In those moments, the noise of life fades, replaced by a sense of connection - to the landscape, to time, to something greater than ourselves. It is in this dance between nature and spirit.