Lit from the space between the clouds and the earth, the front range stands stalwart. Casting a presence over the lakes and riparian ways and grasslands of the Great Plains, the stark contrast draws us back. The big open horizon, like a desert landscape. The dramatic textures and lights of the mountains. A couple dozen species of birds, the morning chorus as usual. Leafless cottonwoods, waiting for the spring. For absence of the human drama, the needed space.