High summer in a Colorado that never existed and always felt true. Amber sky, cyan snowpack, hot pink lower slopes, the circuit board nearly invisible in the wash of gold. This is the range at full saturation — sun-drunk, electric, completely alive. The circuit traces are rendered so close to the gold of the sky they almost disappear — the technology integrated so thoroughly into the landscape it's become part of the light. Every other piece in the Sangre de Cristos series operates in darkness or near-darkness. This one is noon in another dimension.
