There is something about mountains that lures me to endlessly photograph, ski (which I did yesterday), hike, explore or simply be in them. Their sheer size dwarfs, generating in me an appropriate sense of my smallness. I love the wildness of mountainscapes, the sheer indifference of a mountain to me and my safety. Getting out into the mountains removes me, in some small way, from the safe and domesticated life I usually inhabit, stepping into something more untamed. And that is tonic for my soul.