Feel. As a warm and weathered hand leads you in a timeless old-time dance.
Feel. The vibration of a distant locomotive, well beyond sight, its power alive in your hand that rests on an endless ribbon of steel.
Feel. The crafted artistry in the worn and ready leather of a cowboys saddle.
Feel. The silent power in Teepee stones, solemn sentinels, over looking the tranquil valley that harbored Sitting Bull and his people.
Feel. What will you touch?