Everything starts with something. The first art book I made. It got lost and dusty in time. Now it is back in my hands, more beautiful and complete. More understood. Experiments with photography and color. My impressions of the mountains. The one and only ones. Difficult to comprehend, but how important. This is where my greatest wounds were inflicted and where my greatest friendships were born. I visited this place again, after many years. I walked the trails again, marveled at their views and wildness. One of the most important places of my life encapsulated in a book. This first one.

“the first one”

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