Mountains

The mountains do not speak in words, yet they offer a language older than our memory—etched in stone, carved by wind, whispered through snow. Each peak stands as a silent altar, a place where earth meets the eternal, where sky and soul draw near. These images are not just landscapes, but prayers captured in light—testimonies to the quiet holiness found in shadowed valleys and sunlit ridges. To stand before these mountains is to remember humility, to feel the vastness within and around us, and to hear—if only for a breath—the still voice of the sacred.