There’s something about mountains that stirs a deep, almost indescribable longing in me. The raw, untamed beauty of towering peaks, the way they shift from shadow to light with the changing hours, and the sense of scale that humbles you at every turn—it’s a love affair that grows with each journey. Travelling through mountains, whether on foot, by car, or from a vantage point high above, feels like an intimate conversation with nature. The air grows thinner, the world quieter, and time seems to stretch, allowing for moments of pure stillness. It’s as if the mountains themselves are offering you their stories, etched into the rock faces and echoed by the winds that carve their paths. Every photograph I take of them is a tribute to that sense of awe—the way the mountains make you feel both infinitely small and deeply connected to the vastness of the earth.