Ive been low impact camping in the dead of winter.  Blankets of snow create a virtual world for sound: a describable beautiful emptiness…the earth moaning. Snapping branches and precipitation dropping from trees replace the cadence of summer’s crickets.  Left alone with the purified landscape of an ice covered terrain, a simple set of supplies to survive - I dig into the snow and build a shelter.  I light a fire to keep me warm while Im not moving.  I become so solemn, absorbed by the noticeable lack of society, I’m able to sit for a brief moment in my life… and meet with God.

(Source: johnny-remember-me)