| January 25, 2016 |
I’ll admit it. I’ve completely romanticized North Cascades National Park. I’ve proclaimed it, essentially, as my mountain muse.
I can’t help it, though. The first time I bestowed my eyes upon Diablo Lake, I felt something inside me shift. It felt like a dream. I had to shake my head and ask myself: Do colors that blue really exist in natural features? What is Earth, after all? Is Mother Nature really this fruitful?
Yes, Kristen. Yes to all of it.
Here is my photographic homage to Diablo Lake and written romanticization of life…