The calmness was perfect…

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Saul Leiter]

… no sound of living creature…

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Saul Leiter]

… no whisper of a breeze…

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Saul Leiter]

… no gurgle of water…

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Saul Leiter]

… no rustle of debris…

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Saul Leiter]

… to break the deep and solemn silence.

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Saul Leiter]

We marched upwards over the smooth crisp snow to the crest of the saddle…

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Ezra Johnson]

… and here I turned to take a last look along that grand corridor…

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Ezra Johnson]

… and at that wonderful “daffodil sky.”

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Ezra Johnson]

The sun’s rays had already smitten the snows of the Aletschhorn; the radiance seemed to infuse a principle of life and activity into the mountains and glaciers…

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Sean Anderson]

… but still that holy light shone forth, and those motionless clouds floated beyond…

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Sean Anderson]

… reminding one of that eastern religion whose essence is the repression of all action and the substitution for it of immortal calm.

[Text: The Glaciers of the Alps, by John Tyndall; Image: Sean Anderson]

a man of many forms
digital art print 2014
artist : elliot short
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If a glass shows a colored fringe around a bright object, reject it.

[fr. Astronomy with an Opera-glass]