Beneath the 14,000-foot gaze of Pike's Peak in the wilds of Colorado, there is a garden. But it is no ordinary garden...
It is a garden of the gods. It bears craggy trees that bend and quake beneath the gods' passing shadows. White walls and fiery spires push through frozen soil, producing marbled red fortresses against wind, sun, rain.
Men dare to enter, and men dare to climb.
But they must humbly remember this garden belongs to the shadowy gods who ripple across its walls and walkways.
They must remember they are mortal. Fragile. A vapor that vanishes in the blink of an eye.
They must remember that here, beneath Pike's lofty gaze, men walk among gods.
Beneath the 14,000-foot gaze of Pike's Peak in the wilds of Colorado, there is a garden. But it is no ordinary garden...
It is a garden of the gods. It bears craggy trees that bend and quake beneath the gods' passing shadows. White walls and fiery spires push through frozen soil, producing marbled red fortresses against wind, sun, rain.
Men dare to enter, and men dare to climb.
But they must humbly remember this garden belongs to the shadowy gods who ripple across its walls and walkways.
They must remember they are mortal. Fragile. A vapor that vanishes in the blink of an eye.
They must remember that here, beneath Pike's lofty gaze, men walk among gods.
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You take such great pictures! I love it!
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