ABSTRACT

T o arrive into the spacious Kazbegi valley straight out of the DaryalGorge — is to transfer from one absolute of landscape into another.From the shadowy claustrophobic cliffs of the canyon we sped out into a brilliant white arena of peaks and luscious Alpine meadows. Before us a transparent green grass rolled out like a welcome mat across the valley floor, climbing up the steep hillsides toward the white line of snow, then finally ebbing away into the frosty blue firmament.