Like a life model in different poses, Mt Sopris presents us her form.
The angle of her ridge rises and falls from background to foreground, drawing the eye along with it. Stark shadows and the steep lines of her precipice intimidate as well as inspire.
This intimacy with Mother Nature did not come easily. Our ex-special forces pilot flew into a realm of arctic conditions, skimming the ridges and tree line at a speed of over one hundred knots. A blast of ice-cold air numbed me and the crew as I opened the side door of the helicopter to capture the scene.