Landscape   From the air it’s chaos — Wyoming is a broken country. Mountains, canyons, mesas, buttes, bluffs, badlands: nature has been busy here. Random beauty, our last best place.   From the ground it’s hardly chaos at all — layer on petrified layer of ancient seabeds, shoals of fossil fish. You’d call them perfect. You’d call them pattern. Spring rains   conjure the hills green, the sun burns them gold in summer — but in this country the snow comes anytime. Chaos and pattern, old order in disarray, stillness in flow.       © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont May 2011