While I love all of nature, I have a thing for mountains. Rocks, even. For while flowers and trees are beautiful, they can be uprooted; they can be devastated by weather and destroyed by fire.
But rock and mountain, well, they are different. They are unmovable. They are solid. They exist for thousands of years. And the markings of time etched into their surface only makes them more beautiful.
Is it any wonder I would choose such a spot for two people in love?
frank frost photography ©2018
