Golden light washes over the Taos hills, softening the rugged terrain into broad strokes of ochre and sage. The Southwest sky stretches wide, its pale blue meeting earth in a quiet harmony of color and form.
The glacier looms, a jagged wall of ice under a heavy sky. Cold light glints off its fractured edges, shadows pooling in deep crevices. The air feels still, thick with the weight of ancient frozen time. Something hums beneath the silence—raw, untamed, waiting.