Settlers gather large hay bales next to drought-diminished Buffalo National River (Nordic Lord) and gather property, laying connecting roads on hillsides (Jacob’s Coat). Yet land and river overwhelm. Miners (Time Share) leave “piles”, 25 miles shaft, and abandoned buildings through 1890s Yankee Girl (Lost My Frickin Mine). Yet green and gold grow through. Ranchers tame the environment with corrals, fences, and tractors along the Colorado//New Mexico border (Grange) and in the shadow of Colorado’s Wilsons Peak (Going My Way). Yet nature’s textures take over. Trauma, disability, pocketbook, and people bruise and pain me. God gives me strength through documenting space and time and deeply breathing fresh air. I echo the environment’s resilience and thrive from sharing these perspectives with others