Long ago and far away... 3750
I imagine a time when the earth was unfettered by the hand of mankind. I imagine a time when the haunting echo of the sandhill crane filled the air in glorious cacophony. The sun is setting on ancient sands 2 million years ago. The line between human and non-human species is only now being etched in the sands of evolutionary time. For a moment, I stand with the glow of the setting sun before me, and sandhill cranes are performing the rituals that are their ancient rite. The bustle of human existence has not even crossed the horizon. The earth is simple, savage, an sublime. Every woman, man, and child should cross that threshold at least once. I prefer to cross it as often as possible. Step into the great outdoors and our National Parks and imagine....
Long ago and far away... 3750
I imagine a time when the earth was unfettered by the hand of mankind. I imagine a time when the haunting echo of the sandhill crane filled the air in glorious cacophony. The sun is setting on ancient sands 2 million years ago. The line between human and non-human species is only now being etched in the sands of evolutionary time. For a moment, I stand with the glow of the setting sun before me, and sandhill cranes are performing the rituals that are their ancient rite. The bustle of human existence has not even crossed the horizon. The earth is simple, savage, an sublime. Every woman, man, and child should cross that threshold at least once. I prefer to cross it as often as possible. Step into the great outdoors and our National Parks and imagine....