“Where boundless prairies spread as a vast carpet at the base of snow-capped mountains, my heart is swept away. And this land they call the American West grabs my every emotion and refuses to release me. My inability to fully describe its beauty disturbs me for I am humbled beyond all measure. The sculpture and essence of this land have seized my soul and won’t let go. I gaze at the sights and the sounds around me and I see the face of God, and I am forever bound by His grace and this land.”
Phil Mills, Jr.
