Yana Smietana
Fog is the thought of mountains.
2020
“Fog is the thought of mountains” this quote of the Georgian writer and the poet Vazha-Pshavela have got stuck in my head since I was a child, I always loved spending time in mountains, just watching those magnificent peaks would make my ego disappear somehow and I felt myself one with forgotten mother nature once again. The last time I experienced that was on Gomismta, the place where sea and mountain weather merges together. On the way to the top of it, me and my friends entered hill fog. It slowly started overgrowing and after a while, the space around us was consumed by mysterious whiteness, it was truly magical but a real fairy tale was waiting for us on the other side of it. We got beyond it, just in time to observe the beauty of the sun getting sunk in endless horizon of cottony clouds. We set our tents, started a campfire, poured some delicious Georgian wine, and drank a toast for unforgettable memories.
Fog is the thought of mountains.
2020
“Fog is the thought of mountains” this quote of the Georgian writer and the poet Vazha-Pshavela have got stuck in my head since I was a child, I always loved spending time in mountains, just watching those magnificent peaks would make my ego disappear somehow and I felt myself one with forgotten mother nature once again. The last time I experienced that was on Gomismta, the place where sea and mountain weather merges together. On the way to the top of it, me and my friends entered hill fog. It slowly started overgrowing and after a while, the space around us was consumed by mysterious whiteness, it was truly magical but a real fairy tale was waiting for us on the other side of it. We got beyond it, just in time to observe the beauty of the sun getting sunk in endless horizon of cottony clouds. We set our tents, started a campfire, poured some delicious Georgian wine, and drank a toast for unforgettable memories.
