Great North visits a mountain vastness,
where wild, brooding peaks loom above the shores
of an untamed spreading river. It is sunset, but,
somehow, sunset has magnified its grandeur in
these northern skies, as gray wisps of clouds soar
like eagles over the curtain of pale gold.
Men embrace a tenuous existence
along the shores of the mountain waters. Amidst
the structures of the camp we see a single native
wigwam - a reminder that this epic landscape has
long been host to both diverse wildlife and
diverse human cultures.
In Great North, we are
reminded that all human achievement pales when
compared to the magnificence of God's creation.
-Thomas Kinkade
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