During a mountain stroll you never know whom you may bump into. Among the trees and the breathtaking landscape, a woman climbs up the path, the pack basket on her shoulders; we barely see her face, almost a mysterious figure, partly due to the inscrutability of time and partly, perhaps, because of reverence.
During a mountain stroll you never know whom you may bump into. Among the trees and the breathtaking landscape, a woman climbs up the path, the pack basket on her shoulders; we barely see her face, almost a mysterious figure, partly due to the inscrutability of time and partly, perhaps, because of reverence.