They gather beneath the ancient granite, where peaks rise like quiet sentinels of time. A small herd, held in the mountain’s shadow, resting where light spills gently across the land. The day loosens its grip. Golden fields breathe, and wind moves softly through the trees as if remembering them. They have stood here across centuries, their presence woven into the soil and stone, serving many lives, many callings, yet remaining unchanged. Steadfast and enduring they carry not only the weight of work, but the long, unspoken story of the West, etched in silence. Image captured in Grand Teton National Park Fall, 2019 Canon EOS 5D Mark II Canon EF 70-200mm f/2.8 L USM