I sweat my way up the stairs enroute to the Salt Lake City, the sun striking where it may and witness...half the light.
More From Mark Seawell
In the wild of the morning
Canyon Live
The reds of autumn
For just a little while
Land of the washer woman
Unseen
Tree of life
Shadow in the grass
Eagles Head
Winter tree
Teardrop of winter
The bounty of spring
Early moments
Jazz Man..Reflections
Winter begins
Moonset Death Valley
Half the light
Apart
Wonders of Sante Fe
Thunder road
End song
Of another day
The magic of Antelope Island
Between the desert and the mountains
Goodbye Horses
As the rain came
Upon reflection
These old Gods
On the edge
Ghost ship
The touch of the light
Jazz Man Cometh
On Cheow Lan Lake
In a strange land
To autumn
A view to eternity
Winter Horses
What the mountains tell us
Autumn floats
Harbinger of the light
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