It is a landscape made
Of sparse rain and heat
Of sparse rain and heat
Yet over time,
This brush and paint
Create a land
Of uncommon beauty
Yet over time,
This brush and paint
Create a land
Of uncommon beauty
I lean into the attacking wind
Hold the camera steady
As the battalion of clouds
Advance, malice intended
The line is just a moment in time
Created over time
And this moment
Is simply a snapshot
Like a gnarled old man
The elder of the land
With a mighty presence
Sometimes, even we small creatures
We engineers and builders
With concrete and steel
Overcome mighty nature
Betwixt and between
Whistler and Blackcomb
And miles of untracked snow