The mountain

The mountains are the wrinkles of Earth. Huge for men. Insignificant with regard to cosmos. Seen from very far, our planet shows its cracks less than an orange makes appear its peel texture.
Mountain is beautiful, I'm not the first to declare that. Not content with testifying the geological past of our globe, it brings to it the infinite variety of its landscapes, from the modest hill to the lofty peaks which meet the sky. Can we imagine to live on an utterly  flat and glum sphere?
I admit to feel a preference for the low or mid mountain ranges, which don't oppress me like their big sisters. I'm not either the first to evoke a similarity between the terrestrial and feminine curves : in both cases harmony and charm dominate, likewise the changes of temper.
In both cases too, when feeling aesthetic emotion, we are incited to desire immortalizing the artistic views and the round designs of "lady nature". At the risk of shocking some people, I should even suggest that a photo take of a landscape, when thought hard, is an ecstatic union. Once we have become calm again, we realize that we never completely possess the other. So much the better !
(copyright Jean-Michel Cagnon)