43.8554° N, 102.3397° W
The earth is a descendant of the sky. It allows itself to be what it is. Nature has no ego. It is unedited, essential. It is the raw, seductive dream our cities have just before twilight. We awaken from everything we forgot about ourselves when we enter the realm of nature.
Deep blue sky, tiny white lights and the sapphire-black shadow of ponderosa pine make a scattered canopy above, perhaps a cathedral for birds. When it’s peaceful like this, evening, temperate, the sound of a creek, clear skies, this is a song of love. It feels like it will never end, and we believe it will always be this way, until it isn’t.