Our eight-wheeled convoy skitters from the gulch and confidently negotiates a gossamer web of roads that evolved over time - shaped by topography, territory, and tepid human encroachment. This instant in time - this fragile iteration of topsoil and flora tied to the sky and the distant oceans is even now responding to disparate fingers - Water vapor flows - an atmospheric river streams in the sky This image was chosen for its analogous visual relationship to the next picture. Ramona Falls (pictured) is not actually in the Owyhee Canyonlands. Water falls - water flows - gravity is Earth is a fitful sleeper. She tosses and turns. Her skin cracks and buckles. She bleeds magma and farts ashes that settle in layers through the epochs. Rain turns the pages - shows us chapters of the past - reveals secrets of creation - and nightmares of extinction. The earth murders whole worlds, and tries to bury the evidence. And we stumble onto fresh stages ...
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