In 2009, I joined a hike up Mount Kilimanjaro. We reached the summit on February 1st after trekking through a week of different elevations, different climate zones, and different worlds.
On a hiking trip, if you keep your senses open, the landscapes become part of you. Long after you've gone home and washed off all the mud, you can close your eyes and return to those places.

I've brought home a thousand images inside my head, and these are just the few I've painted -- barely scratching the surface of the experience, but perhaps more paintings another time.