smoke on the summit
chalk dust on the mountain's cheek
your cool white fingers
Driving over La Veta Pass into the valley near sunset, I tried to capture the faintly rosy cast of light on this mountain. I'm always frustrated by the fact that I can't photograph the scope, color and substance of what I see. If I lost my sight, I'd have to rely on these remembered images, and I'm not sure if my memory would be vivid enough to recreate this beauty. Maybe the mountains have an additional dimension of beauty that can't be captured by any eye.
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