to the pass
38×46, oil on canvas
One day in my youth, after lunch, I took a good hard look at the mountain facing me. I said to myself : Well, it doesn’t look so far. I guess I will just hop to the pass and be back for dinner. It turned out a few hours later, that there was another pass after the pass. The morale is : it is never as close as it seems, nor as far as you hope, but it never ends.
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