Saturday, April 30, 2016

Farallon


Orogeny


Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Deafest -- Glen and Precipice


Saturday, October 3, 2015

Deafest - Sculpting Canyons



Deafest

§ 37. Next, note the quantity in these hills. It is an element on which I shall have to insist more in speaking of vegetation; but I must not pass it by, here, since, in fact, it constitutes one of the essential differences between hills of first-rate magnificence, and inferior ones. Not that there is want of quantity even in the lower ranges, but it is a quantity of inferior things, and therefore more easily represented or suggested. On a Highland hill side are multitudinous clusters of fern and heather; on an Alpine one, multitudinous groves of chestnut and pine. The number of the things may be the same, but the sense of infinity is in the latter case far greater, because the number is of nobler things. Indeed, so far as mere magnitude of space occupied on the field of the horizon is the measure of objects, a bank of earth ten feet high may, if we stoop to the foot of it, be made to occupy just as much of the sky as that bank of mountain at Villeneuve; nay, in many respects its little ravines and escarpments, watched with some help of imagination, may become very sufficiently representative to us of those of the great mountain; and in classing all water-worn mountain-ground under the general and humble term of Banks, I mean to imply this relationship of structure between the smallest eminences and the highest. But in this matter of superimposed quantity the distinctions of rank are at once fixed. The heap of earth bears its few tufts of moss or knots of grass; the Highland or Cumberland mountain its honeyed heathers or scented ferns; but the mass of the bank at Martigny or Villeneuve has a vineyard in every cranny of its rocks, and a chestnut grove on every crest of them.
§ 38. This is no poetical exaggeration. Look close into that plate (46). Every little circular stroke in it among the rocks means, not a clump of copse nor wreath of fern, but a walnut tree, or a Spanish chestnut, fifty or sixty feet high. Nor are the little curves, thus significative of trees, laid on at random. They are not indeed counted, tree by tree, but they are most 289carefully distributed in the true proportion and quantity; or if I have erred at all, it was, from mere fatigue, on the side of sparingness. The minute mounds and furrows scattered up the side of that great promontory, when they are actually approached, after three or four hours' climbing, turn into independent hills with true parks of lovely pasture land enclosed among them, and avenue after avenue of chestnuts, walnuts, and pines bending round their bases; while in the deeper dingles, unseen in the drawing, nestle populous villages, literally bound down to the rock by enormous trunks of vine, which, first trained lightly over the loose stone roofs, have in process of years cast their fruitful net over the whole village, and fastened it to the ground under their purple weight and wayward coils, as securely as ever human heart was fastened to earth by the net of the Flatterer. (John Ruskin)

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Krallice - The Mountain




The soul tries out a thousand cures, in vain;
Since I was taken from my early road,
Vainly it worries how it can return.

The sea and the mountains, and the fire and the sword,
All these together, I live in their midst.
The mountain, he'll not leave me, who has seized
My intellect, and taken away my reason.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Aura - Pillars of the Earth


As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path The bitter wind sweeps aside waves of mist Perched on the throne of the mountain I now gaze out onto the desolate plain As I let my thoughts swim amongst aurora's light Tonight I have conquered the stars

Friday, January 30, 2015

Mare Cognitum - Phobos Monolith


Saturday, January 24, 2015

Above All Summits


Saturday, December 20, 2014

Anguish, Mountain


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Thou - At the Foot of Mt. Drisskill (elevation 535 feet)




 We are but antlings, vain in our assumptions. We would presume to grasp at the unfathomable. We would presume to dress it as man, to give it names, to speak its intention. Yet we are humbled beneath the shadow of true greatness. Now the earth crest rises to meet our gaze. We are but fleas. We are but lice. We are nothing. Insignificant. Dust motes blown away by the breath of time. Vague memories of no consequence. Vanquished are the fires in the eyes of the friends I knew. Just as they are deafened to my wasted breath. Each one more wasted than the others you can bet. Now I see through the illusion of permanence. I am diminished in the presence of vastness. Useless are my tools of science, of religion. There is no understanding of limitless power. We are at peace in our minor, subordinate role. Accept our frail, short lives.


Sunday, March 30, 2014

Ildjarn - Mountains Covered in Snow Forever



Ildjarn

<br />Ildjarn / Hate Forest - Those Once Mighty Fallen

Sintflut Sintfluthypothesen Mondabsturz, Welteislehre von Hanns Hörbiger

"There seemed to be no limit to the mountain range, or to the length of the frightful stone city which bordered its inner foothills. Fifty miles of flight in each direction showed no major change in the labyrinth of rock and masonry that clawed up corpselike through the eternal ice." (HP Lovecraft, At the Mountains of Madness)





Thursday, March 20, 2014

The Inverted Abyss