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Beautiful hills of Portland
published: Thursday | January 17, 2008
Roving in the hills of Portland. The mountains seem to touch the sky. - photos by Norman Grindley/Deputy Chief Photographer
The air up there was crisp with a slight chill that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The clouds seemed to be within arm's reach, almost like you could just reach out and touch them and the silence was deafening. Photographer Norman Grindley and I were lost somewhere in the hills of Portland. All I know is that we were somewhere close to Shirley Castle - I think.
We had pulled to the side of what was left of the road that runs like a snake along the mountainside, after travelling almost vertically for close to half-an-hour. It's a steep drive that isn't for the faint of heart. More than once I saw my life flash before my eyes as, against better judgement, I glanced over the precipice. But the view from where we were now standing, made the death-defying drive seem worth it. The top of the mountains around us disappeared into thick clusters of fog and everywhere you looked was green. [COLOR=orange! important][COLOR=orange! important]Trees[/COLOR][/COLOR] like I'd never seen before. As tall as skyscrapers but 10 times more majestic. There isn't much you can say when you come across scenes like this, no words seem to measure up to the beauty of the place so, this week, I have decided to share the view with you. Have a look at how things are looking high in the hills of Portland.
Send feedback to robert.lalah@gleanerjm.com.
Left: This house has the perfect backdrop. Right: Water flowing along [COLOR=orange! important][COLOR=orange! important]the [COLOR=orange! important]rocks[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR].
published: Thursday | January 17, 2008
Roving in the hills of Portland. The mountains seem to touch the sky. - photos by Norman Grindley/Deputy Chief Photographer
The air up there was crisp with a slight chill that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The clouds seemed to be within arm's reach, almost like you could just reach out and touch them and the silence was deafening. Photographer Norman Grindley and I were lost somewhere in the hills of Portland. All I know is that we were somewhere close to Shirley Castle - I think.
We had pulled to the side of what was left of the road that runs like a snake along the mountainside, after travelling almost vertically for close to half-an-hour. It's a steep drive that isn't for the faint of heart. More than once I saw my life flash before my eyes as, against better judgement, I glanced over the precipice. But the view from where we were now standing, made the death-defying drive seem worth it. The top of the mountains around us disappeared into thick clusters of fog and everywhere you looked was green. [COLOR=orange! important][COLOR=orange! important]Trees[/COLOR][/COLOR] like I'd never seen before. As tall as skyscrapers but 10 times more majestic. There isn't much you can say when you come across scenes like this, no words seem to measure up to the beauty of the place so, this week, I have decided to share the view with you. Have a look at how things are looking high in the hills of Portland.
Send feedback to robert.lalah@gleanerjm.com.
Left: This house has the perfect backdrop. Right: Water flowing along [COLOR=orange! important][COLOR=orange! important]the [COLOR=orange! important]rocks[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR].
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