On the banks of the Green River looking back at time.
The fresh green of spring heralds another year has passed while the rocks have a greater story to tell.

Something close yet far away.
Time long gone or yet to come.
Primal beauty, evolved beauty.

Two beautiful red-sandstone buttes weathered by eons of winds and rain sail along telling a tales of days gone by. The old west and much much more exposed in layers of earth and a sea of sky.

Beauty and geology were both inherent and walked hand in hand across the landscape on a fine fall day.

As the wind blew the earth sang.
Shapes were shaped and colors were born.
Time walked ever on.

I think there is a geology lesson, or three, to be learned here. Looking out towards the Absaroka mountains along the backbone of earth cracked open from the forces within.
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