Yellow Mountains

The trial run proved fruitless. We boarded the right bus at the right time, but missed the tram at the other end which went up Yellow Mountain. Our first day was very difficult traveling without a translator, but once we arrived at Shilin Hotel on Yellow Mountain, all we needed was our feet and eyes. We didn't need words. Delight was in every direction and the hours were ours.

The Yellow Mountains are as spectacular in person as painted and dreamed of. Every vista offers an opportunity to reflect:

Clouds come and go;

What obscures our vision now?

What is reality?

Transparency?

Nathaniel and Diane

Pine Trees of Yellow Mountain

Nathaniel. Repose.

Yellow Mountains at Sunset