Schweizer Jura

Sing, O Muse, of the Jura Mountains in that land called Switzerland—when I gazed upon those stunning peaks, I could not help but feel awe and wonder welling up within my spirit like water from an inexhaustible spring. The jagged peaks and lush valleys green as the meadows of Elysium seemed to stretch on forever, a testament to the timeless beauty of nature that the gods themselves ordained. With my image-maker in hand, I captured the scene before me, hoping to do justice to its breathtaking splendor. In the month of May, when spring had awakened the earth from winter's slumber in the year two thousand and fourteen.

Yellow flowers in a vibrant green field under a blue sky with white clouds.

Vast canyon with steep cliffs, sparse vegetation, under a blue sky with white clouds.

Green hills with winding path, trees, house, and cloudy sky.

Tall trees with dense green foliage, sunlight streaming through branches.

Sunset with vibrant orange and yellow clouds above dark silhouette of hills.

Sunset over mountains with golden light, green valleys, and dark clouds.

White house on green hillside, Swiss flag flying, mountains in background under blue sky with clouds.

Four silhouetted figures standing on rocky terrain at sunset, facing a vibrant sky transitioning from orange to blue.

Sunset over hazy mountains, red sun partially obscured by mist.