Mt. Shuksan
~ Tsuskan ~

Mt. Shuksan Ken James McLeod

After some miles on trail, we (my friend Hans Helm and I) ventured off to parts unknown, as we needed a break from our everyday discourse, and we did just that for a few days. It was raw-rugged land, the type of high alpine country I dream about: spectacular views, sparse patches of heather where one can pitch a small tent, with the stark contrast of hard granite beneath ones feet, the smell of wild flowers in the mountain breeze, where the blue-black night shines with a million stars resembling glimmering diamonds, and where earth & sky meet (MAHKAH & MAPHEE). In awe, I am humbled by the awesome rugged beauty and the simplicity of it all; how it enriches my being and soul forevermore...



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