You’re looking at piece of the west side of Taos Mountain. Imagine trying to climb up that ridge! Imagining is all you can do, since this is sacred ground, and only tribal members can go there. That’s why I use a telephoto lens and walk a bridge of light.
When I look at something like this, It’s easy to place myself in the scene. To orient my spatial senses to what it would be like at the base of one of those trees, with cliffs falling away on either side and a long steep climb ahead of me on those perilous rocks. To feel how cold it is and what it smells like. To feel the terror of the heights.