Willowy thin trucks, ghostly in their opaqueness covered the mountain sides like the hairs on your arm standing straight in the cold. Bare of their leaves they look brittle and naked in the sunshine, crisscrossing the horizon in alternating layers up into the sky.
This is alpine country, the snow is gone now but it will return to the highlands with the winter to spread its carpet of white once again. The mountains now basking in the sunshine under a clear blue sky have seen the seasons come and go for eternity. They patiently await the times of hand and change their clothes accordingly, majestic in size and form, sleeping giants of the world for us to explore.