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chronologically speaking

A visual diary of my afternoon/evening:

 

I am at work. I look at Mount Bourgeau.

 

 

I am at Mount Bourgeau. I look at work.

 

 

I go from Mount Bourgeau back down to work.

 

In between, I look around at the mountains and the yellow aspen, and listen to the wind blowing through the trees, and I climb and do not fall despite the strange slanting of the rock which gives the disconcerting sensation that the mountain is casually shrugging you off.