When the Sun hangs low over the lake, the full moon rises over the shoulder of Olympus. The Wasatch stand as sentinels, over the ancient sea, a sea that existed before the mountains did- (can you imagine, bearing witness to time so vast?). They keep memories of the centuries, cycling ever-past. Their gem-bodies catch the rainbows of the sunset sky, brightest in the fading light. Their hearts carry water, bound for our reservoirs and bellies and eventually for the great salt lake. The many many lake beings (seabirds, microbialites, brine shrimp, flies, pronghorn, saltgrass, harrier, us) know that the water is precious.
The seabirds carry their raucous opera up towards the moon, they pass along the crest of the Wasatch on their way. They say hello to the water in the aqueous hearts of these mountains, they say hello to the prismatic facets of granite. They say hello to the canyons carved by glaciers and by rivers, carved into existence simply by continuing.

"I hope that this mural reminds you that we all belong, we are part of it, this enormous and unfathomable and humming march of time, this tightly woven network of living things. May we remain aware of where all the threads that hold us up come from. May we remain aware of the threads we weave, and where they go.": shares the artist