Give me a sign.

On my way up the mountain for the last time, I thought to myself, and to anyone else who might be listening in on my thoughts: If you really exist, if there are really inter/multidimensional beings that live here on Mt. Shasta, can you please show yourself, or show me the door to your world, in one of my photographs before I leave the mountain?

I took a number of images up on the mountain that afternoon, as I did most afternoons while I was there, heading into sunset, including a number of panoramas, which I couldn’t really see until much later when I went through my images after I got back home.

When I saw this one, I just had to smile.

Yes, in the third-dimension it is a lens flare. I get that. In the upper dimensions? It could represent a portal, a doorway, a way in.

Who is to say it doesn’t exist?

Not me.