View from Mt. Mitchell - 1991
The Black Mountains are the sentinels of the Southern highlands. They stand watch in the cold, thin air... high above the valleys, coves, and inhabitants below.
Deep within these mountains, the energy of ages exists. An energy that can be felt in the rough texture of the rocks and trees on your skin, drank like the water flowing from the high springs to the lakes, and breathed in from the wind that blows across the ranges.
They are the ancient, and the reborn. They are life eternal, as we mortals pass through... the humble inhabitants.
"We see the forest as a physical and spiritual source of life, perhaps an abode of the gods, in which case we may preserve it with feelings of gratitude and even reverence.." - Alan Anderson - The Wisdom of The Forest
The Range
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