It's easy to convince ourselves that environments have moods...and certainly there are belief systems that would hold to that. I tend to think that we bring our emotions to the mountains...and the mountains themselves are the planet's greatest mirror.
On the day I took this image in 2016, we climbed through snow and cloud. The heat caused by the convection cycle triggered repeated small avalanches that would rumble over seracs obscured by a thick fog on either side. This day, and the mood that I was bringing to it was reminiscent of a not so good day I had in the mountains several years ago when one of the distant rumbles became not so distant and engulfed my partners and I. My neuro-chemistry has never recovered.
That day I was looking in the mirror at a fear that I've never overcome. That day, because I was angry, the mountains were angry. As I climbed the slope beneath the seracs (which are almost as safe as they come), I felt my heart rate increase and my breathing become labored. I was scared, and that made me mad.
But the truth is the mountains are indiscriminate. They don't care. They shine when it is sunny and they fall when it is snowy. It's what we bring to them that defines our experience...and maybe even more important, its how we are changed by them and what we bring home and share that matters most.
I am excited, scared, humbled to experience how the mountains will change me on this new journey through a familiar - yet different - landscape.