Faces of the Peaks

The Living Library

Someone once asked me why I like old faces. I didn’t have an answer then, but I think I do now.  They’re like old libraries - the kind that smell like time and hold stories no one else remembers. You don’t even need to ask. It’s all there, in the creases around their eyes and the half-smiles that feel like they know something you don’t.  These faces have seen joy that filled rooms and grief that made the world go quiet. And somehow, they’re still here, still soft and giving.