A taste of divinity

Charlene journal

Kurdistan, Iraq

It was crisp and chilly up in the mountains. The roads, all but empty. The sun, a many pointed star through my lens, shone off snow on the mountain tops.

There was a point at which I felt as though I was face to face with those white peaks. But no, i was simply being swallowed by their magnitude.

Chronologically, this photo happened a day before the ones in the last post.

But the moment remains eternal.