THESE are Mountains. I miss them. I try to tell folks who haven't been here what they look like and I can't. Even pictures can't capture what they truly look like -- how they dominate the sky and tower over everything, reaching to the heavens. Driving around today, on a blisteringly clear and cold afternoon, with nary a cloud to be found in the bright sunlit sky, the Mountains were all I could look at. I tried, Lord I tried, to take some pictures that would show their majesty, but I couldn't. But THIS is what brings me back home. My Mountains.
Pictures Don't Do Them Justice
THESE are Mountains. I miss them. I try to tell folks who haven't been here what they look like and I can't. Even pictures can't capture what they truly look like -- how they dominate the sky and tower over everything, reaching to the heavens. Driving around today, on a blisteringly clear and cold afternoon, with nary a cloud to be found in the bright sunlit sky, the Mountains were all I could look at. I tried, Lord I tried, to take some pictures that would show their majesty, but I couldn't. But THIS is what brings me back home. My Mountains.
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