To stand beneath them is to feel reduced. Stripped.
Bare. Quiet. And ready to be changed.
I came to the Rhodope Mountains looking for solitude. What I found was a landscape that refuses to be tamed—and in its refusal, offers a raw, startling beauty. bare and beautiful in bulgaria
You eat with dirty hands. You drink cold water from a spring that has no name. The sun sets behind the ridge, turning the limestone the color of old bone. To stand beneath them is to feel reduced
Sopranos Autopsy