Eyes of the West

There is a truth in the eyes of a Golden Eagle—ancient, unflinching, and utterly wild. In their gaze, we see not only the soul of the sky but a mirror of ourselves. They have watched this land long before our roads were drawn, our fences built, our footprints pressed into the dust.

Now, as the West shifts—its wild spaces shrinking, its silence fractured—we catch our own reflection in their steady stare. What do they see in us? What have we become?

These images are more than moments. They are echoes of a vanishing grandeur, glimpses of resilience in a world being reshaped. Through the eyes of the eagle, we witness not just survival, but a quiet reckoning—with nature, with time, with ourselves.