Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Snow in the High Sierras


Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God. Nevermore, however weary, should one faint by the way who gains the blessings of one mountain day; whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy or calm, he is rich forever. --- John Muir




Our House
Our road (and our dog)
Our trees
The view behind our house

Looking eastward from the summit of Pacheco Pass one shining morning, a landscape was displayed that after all my wanderings still appears as the most beautiful I have ever beheld. At my feet lay the Great Central Valley of California, level and flowery, like a lake of pure sunshine, forty or fifty miles wide, five hundred miles long, one rich furred garden of yellow Compositae. And from the eastern boundary of this vast golden flower-bed rose the mighty Sierra, miles in height, and so gloriously colored and so radiant, it seemed not clothed with light but wholly composed of it, like the wall of some celestial city.... Then it seemed to me that the Sierra should be called, not the Nevada or Snowy Range, but the Range of Light. And after ten years of wandering and wondering in the heart of it, rejoicing in its glorious floods of light, the white beams of the morning streaming through the passes, the noonday radiance on the crystal rocks, the flush of the alpenglow, and the irised spray of countless waterfalls, it still seems above all others the Range of Light. -- John Muir

5 comments:

lissla lissar said...

So beautiful!

Mama Monkey said...

GORGEOUS!

LLMom said...

Willa,

I think these pictures are an occasion of sin for me! LOL. How beautiful. I wish I were here. It is 82 where I live today.

Beate said...

Soooo beautiful! I think there must be snow in Heaven :-)

The Bookworm said...

Ooh! You live in Narnia!