Sculptors

 

I've enjoyed the song lyric but this location fit the description so well, the sculpted deeply drifted snow glistened, carved by prairie winds, hidden from our eyes. I remember the bone chilly temperatures, but that light was favourable. I thought about those wolves.

 

 

January's always bitter

But Lord this one beats all

The wind ain't quit for weeks now

And the drifts are ten feet tall

I been all night drivin' heifers

Closer in to lower ground

Then I spent the mornin' thinkin'

'Bout the ones the wolves pulled down

 

"Wolves"…..Garth Brooks

 

 

*Textures by Skelatal Mess and Cathairstudios

 

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