Clouds freestyled over rock Gods imposing contrasting shadows and light on their chiselled faces.  A tarn reflects grandness in audacious clarity.  Like an apprentice outdoing it’s mentor. As the soles of my feet shape to the granite slab they stand upon the juxtaposition of the moment tangible.  My human presence seems foreign.  Yet our existence is now evident. Microplastics bed in tarns and fall with spring rains and snow of winter.  As humans we stand on the edge of opportunity.  For thru knowledge, we can better.   Choosing to reduce or eliminate plastic consumption.  Asking “Do I really have to have this?”  Individual choices shape the health of wild.  Preserving this gift for the future. 

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Dusy Basin, Kings Canyon National Park, CA