“Out yonder they may curse, revile, and torture one another, defile all the human instincts, make a shambles of creation (if it were in their power), but here, no, here, it is unthinkable, here there is abiding peace, the peace of God, and the serene security created by a handful […]
During the spring rains of the impending equinox it is clear to me that Heaven must be something like this – the smell, the quiet growth, the profound green – all lend to resonant vibe that echoes across the walls of my core like a bell, or a drum.
Mt. Whitney – King of all. San Jacinto, the lord of the desert New York Mountains. Mojave. Juniper Campground – Mount Diablo – site 115 again – click to enlarge