_ I learned about perspective from looking at mountains. But, it took a trip up a mountain to learn this.
I sat in my dormitory room in Vermont and stared at the Green Mountains. I assumed that the perspective would be similar from the opposite direction. To prove my point, I picked a point, drove into the mountains, and climbed to the peak...
I could see nothing, because I was in the woods. This should have been obvious from my window, because trees cover all the mountains. Wanting to look back at my dormitory, I climbed a tree. I had a wonderful view of the Champlain Valley and could even spot the lake. I could make out the town, but could not spot the college or individual buildings. Of course, I could not see my dormitory. I learned that to see something in the distance, it must be really big...like a mountain.
Being not too smart, I tried the same thing several years later in Germany. I sat in my apartment and stated at the Taunus Mountains. There is a tower on top of this mountain, which I assumed would offer a clear view of the surrounding countryside. So, obviously forgetting lessons learned in Vermont (like most of what I should have learned in college), I drove to the top of the highest mountain: Feldberg...
Just like there is no new knowledge to be gained from the second kick of the mule, there is no new perspective to be gained from looking back from a mountain. I could not see my home...or identify any other structure. I learned to enjoy the view in one direction and not to expect similar perspectives from different sides.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.