How many metaphors are associated with climbing mountains? Scaling peaks? The exhilaration one feels standing at the top of the world is often mitigated by the knowledge that dusk is approaching and sometimes descending is problematic in a way ascending never purported to be.
Then there is glissading...Where you intentionally just slide down on your butt. I am a would-be runner and my favorite race is one where the runners are bussed to the top of a hill and the whole race is downhill. That NEVER happens in real life.
These crazy beautiful mountains I live among are easy to love. Easy to take for granted. Harder to actually observe with clarity. Each vantage point one chooses to observe from, each snowfall, each changing hour of light shows a new revelation of what is actually there.
I will never tire of living here, painting here.
8"x10", oil on board.