Trails into nothingness, traces that end: Mountains are filled with the condensed memories of those who remained there. They are forming a network of untold stories pervading rock and ice. Here are some of those who touched me while I was walking by, who made me pause. Of some of us we know each single step, each single word and have weighed every decision they have made. Of the many others we know nothing. Who were they? What lead them there? How did they pass away? This is an attempt to give them a space a place of remembrance.
Tell me, if you like, as the ones who were left behind; make a remark as passers-by. Send me your places of memory. Please let me know if you want one of the pictures to be removed; I will do that immediately.