“Above the timber the mountain is naked, and all above nine thousand or ten thousand feet is a scene of unmixed and unrelieved desolation—rock, snow, and dry soil, that is all. No plant cheers the eye, no insect or bird appears…. In Switzerland, or the Tyrol… above the timber there would still be vegetation… The Alps are grand in their beauty, Mount Shasta is sublime in its desolation.”

p. 318


92 x 36 inches

archival inkjet print on Hahnemuhle paper