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Susan Austin Paintings
A Journey in Fine Art (Horses and Riders) |
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A rider and his horses travel down a path that once bore the burden of steel rails and chugging locomotives. Trains passed here on their way to and from Marble, Colorado, transporting the white stone quarried from the mountain above the little town. Now this old railroad bed lies barren, and by its side great blocks of white marble stand scattered among towering aspen trees, providing evidence of the glory days when an economic boom took place in the Upper Crystal River Valley. |
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A unique landscape of breathtaking beauty embraces its visitors like a phantom spirit and presents them with that special grandeur found only in the Colorado Rockies.
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No crowded highway, No asphalt jungle to scorch the day. The game paths they follow wind into the trees, Lead up the mountain To meadows of green, Where their camp will be part of the wilderness scene. |
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Now and again he will hear the bugles of the bull elk and the voices of their cows, the raucous cry of the magpie and the bark of a lone coyote. As he travels he will feel a special kind of camaraderie with the wilderness and its denizens; it is one man's journey. |
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He's an icon of the west you see, |
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And lightning lit its way, Rain fell in torrents to the earth, And the river had its say. It separated man and beast As it raced along its banks. Yet the man could see his horses safe And gave a prayer of thanks. |
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