Who would ever want a beautiful thing to end? Why on earth do we insist on seeking the summit of a mountain?
The summit makes our progress so “Aristotelianly goal-directed”, and yet everything about the mountain seems to interest us, from the wood to the waterfall, from the stone to the little blade of grass growing like a pioneer among the stones.
Summit photos are the end point of thousands of steps, of thousands of glances cast on things. Summit photos sum up, in brief, what has been...
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