With a heavy heart, Leon lifted his camera and captured he-knew-not-what, but at that point in time it didn't matter. With battle-weary eyes and cheeks raw with invisible tears, his heart could only half-appreciate the timeworn, vibrant canyons that sat before him like one of Earth's most exquisite treasures. He felt like a peasant at a king's banquet: unable to partake except with his eyes. Then the sun moved. Sandstone carved by water running into Lake Powell, otherwise known as Flashflood...

Who could have foreseen the change that would come? If the land could speak in any language, it would paint a history too dire and sweeping for any canvas to contain. The sky itself could not tell such a story. Both it and the land have witnessed the passing of ages together. Silent, hand in hand, like two ancient brothers destined to watch the beautiful and sometimes cruel cycle of time. Once upon a time, these lands were different. A beautiful hilltop view from Pear Valley Vineyard in Paso...

Henry Billings idly studied the compass in his cabin aboard the William's Flight . It had been two years since he'd set sail in search of the man who had ruined not only his brother's finances, but the family name as well. He could not abide such humiliation, and when Parliament failed to satisfy, he'd taken matters into his own hands and set sail with a modest crew, some of whom were close friends and others there simply for the wages. His family, after all, used to be known for their...