A German morning on a lonely road between two small villages. Like an old frieind, I know this place well, haunted it a many times often alone in the early hours. Before we moved to Utah, I would often find myself here, staring down at this small farm, sometimes with deer grazing. I look back on what I found here with great nostalgia, the quiet moments of perfection and my soul at peace. Though I love the staggering beauty of Utah, the open spaces and endless mountains, the stillness of the German countryside still has a place within my heart andscenes like this where the mist, light and mysteries of the shadows converge are, in their own way, as dramatic as the mountains of the west. This Valley of Light is eternal.
What we leave behind.
Mark