I know it may sound a bit. . . um . . . strange that I have a favorite mountain. But I do.
Folks, may I introduce The Catalina Mountains (specifically Pusch Ridge in this photo) . . . Catalina's. . . my blogging friends. . .
From the time when I moved here to Arizona (for which I thought was going to be two years at the most. . .) I fell in love with these mountains. They are stunning.
In the winter the tops (& sometime all of them) are covered in snow . . .
And, all the rest of the year you can see a continual sprouting of little patches of green. . . (sometimes you have to look hard to see it!)
In the morning they are soft & hazy, as the sun rises behind them. . .
At midday they are rugged & strong, as they are in full sun & all their details & layers stand out. . .
In the late afternoon - early evening they blaze with the colors of the sunset, their colors changing every few moments . . . causing the breaths of many to be taken away. . . over & over again.
I was lucky for most all the years I was teaching art & design - at a school that sits at the base of Pusch Ridge - that my classroom windows faced this majestic sight. And, these days - whenever I leave the house - these beauties greet me.
. . . & in the days when uncertainty can fill the news, & sometimes our lives. . . 'my' mountains remind me of where strength can be found. . .
"I lift up my eyes to the hills -
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth."
Psalm 121: 1 & 2