The Living Mountain

Over thousands of years, minerals, silt and salt rise from ancient seabeds, slowly forging themselves into a peak in the landscape, a process of continual gathering, folding and forming.

A mountain stands as witness, its presence and place earned through deep time.

“Thirty years in the life of a mountain is nothing, a flicker of an eyelid”. - Nan Shepherd

And yet within a fraction of a flicker, a mountain can be torn apart, quarried, crushed and erased for industrial resources.

What has stood for millennia is gone in an instant, it’s material memory scattered.