In some ten years, I never managed to come up with a decent home-coming image. This one is growing on me. I took it while we kept circling over the Hudson, thirty minutes from congested JFK.
Mont Blanc Massif IV
Back in the land of the free, I finally got around to posting the Mont Blanc Massif images, here. That’s sans Mont Blanc itself, which I saved for next year. As an editor, I’m concerned: 15 images from what was not a long trip at all is way too much. At least for someone who subscribes to the view that it’s near impossible to come up with more than five worthwhile images per year. But these work for me. The bigger question is how on earth one is supposed to readjust to Manhattan: the weather; the food; and so forth.
Mont Blanc Massif III
Somehow up here the difference between the forest line and the tree line is more distinct than in other places I know. Our village is below the forest line, but even a moderate walk from our house leads beyond it. The lonely trees further up, above the region where forests flourish, then appear particularly striking.
