In the foreground was the virescent pasture, rolling, with tussocks. The background was a crown of rocky grey mountains with snow topped peaks - the Alps. We were finally in their foothills. Soon we would be on the earth and mud path that snaked upwards with it's hair-pin bends.

By cassie, November 25, 2013.

To his surprise he ran towards a big and over-animated statue that stood resolutely with its back to the magnificent snow-domes of the wild Alps. Wolves in the street could not have startled him more than those magnificent fierce-gleaming mountains of snow at the street-end, beyond the statue.

By descriptionari, June 30, 2012.

Found in Aaron's Rod, authored by D. H. Lawrence.


There is nothing that can make me feel so elevated and yet so insignificant as the Alps. They rise like mighty jagged teeth from the earth, creviced to perfection, sculpted by the rains and winters. The track up and over is not as a child might imagine, winding round as the tinsel goes around a christmas tree, but folds back and forth in hairpin turns. The summer breeze down here at the base will be a winter chill up there, the alpine grass giving way to snow and ice...

By Angela Abraham (daisy), June 25, 2015.