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Photographing a Sky Full of Titans
How I rescued a meteor shower from entropy
The Ascent — Where Granite, Gravity, and Myth Collide
The mountain rose over two thousand feet from the valley floor. Steep, loose talus blanketed the pyramid, slowly losing the battle against gravity. Like the sand in Kronos’ hourglass, the rocks and boulders were constantly moving. From minute shifts in balance to full-scale landslides, everything was slowly falling.
In time, the towering monarch would be reduced to a hump, then a plain, and finally a bed beneath an inland sea. It would be a watery end to what was once molten fire thrust upward from Gaia toward the primordial sky.
The mountain had eons to surrender. Not me.
I railed against joining its journey into entropy. Instead, I longed to stand atop this pile of cold granite bones and create something new.
An experience.
A vision.
An eyewitness account of titanic forces at play.
