"As I lay night after night outside the door of the tent, watching the last light glow upon the plateau, I had an odd sensation of being actually myself up there.  My field felt the same height, I also lay bathed in the afterglow that had gone from all but the summits.  Half-closing the eyes can also change the value of what I look upon.  A scatter of white flowers in grass, looked at through half-closed eyes, blaze out with a sharp clarity as though they had actually risen up out of their background.  Such illusions, depending on how the eye is placed and used, drive home the truth that our habitual vision of things is not necessarily right: it is only one of an infinite number, and to glimpse an unfamiliar one, even for a moment, unmakes us, but steadies us again.  It's queer but invigorating."

from The Living Mountain by Nan Shepherd

Gretna, MB

Nikon FE2, 50mm