The Wilderness has a mysterious tongue
Which teaches awful doubt, or faith so mild,
So solemn, so serene, that man maybe,
But for such faith, with Nature reconciled;
Thou hast a voice, great mountain, to repeal
Large codes of fraud & woe; not understood
By all, but which the wise, & great & good
Interpret, or make felt or deeply feel.
William Wordsworth.
(poem dedicated to you, Quentin, you are a bloody good sport!)
Such beautiful photographs, the scenery is mind blowing!