My endeavor in this piece is to bear witness to the landscape I encountered during my hike in Cedar Mesa; the billowing clouds, the twisted Junipers, the wind and ceaseless movement of the parched ground, all set at the base of the static outline of the Bear’s Ears. I saw a continuity and equivalency between my own life experience and the cycle of life and death playing out around me there. I spent my childhood in the desert camping and hiking with my late father, where he had spent his childhood hiking and camping with his father. The desert is a part of me, and I hope, respectfully, that I am a part of it as well.