Like ocean waves pounding the beach, the sky does the same to mountains. Perhaps it is a slower process, but it works the same. Waves of wind, rain and sun wear down anything below. It may not be visible in your lifetime, but it is relentless none-the-less.
Range upon range of mountains without a human soul. Rocks go here to die. They may never see a human being in these vast ridges of desert mountains. We have no business or pleasure going deep inside this rugged territory. Perhaps we'll find it worthwhile a millennia from now, perhaps not. It's just not fit for people. I's beautiful, but I'll say it again. Rocks go here to die.
20x30 ink on canvas / I use archival inks that flow well onto a acid free poly/linen canvas for long life. I want my work to outlive me.
JimRode Friday Night Art
Jim is a listed member of the Oklahoma Visual Arts Coalition (OVAC)