New Mexico ASLA poster design competition 2010. Theme “Design in the Desert”. This is my revised entry.
“Each age sees the world in its own manner and has its own notions of beauty; each of them rediscovers the landscape” – J.B. Jackson
The Code of the West has a multitude of meanings, for example it’s a book by famous western writer, Zane Grey, it implies carrying a gun in the old west, it’s the cowboy ten commandments, it’s a way of life integrated into the law of Larimer County Colorado, but most importantly, it’s a moral compass by which we should all live our lives.
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Live each day with courage.
Take pride in your work.
Always finish what you start.
Do what has to be done.
Be tough but fair.
When you make promise keep it.
Ride for the brand.
Talk less, and say more.
Remember that some things aren’t for sale.
Know where to draw the line.
In my possession is a document invaluable to me. However, it probably holds little monetary value. It is the only existing English translation of my Great Great Grandfathers book, Matthias Zurbriggen, translated from some Swiss varietal (German, Italian, French) to rough English by my great grandmother.
It was sent to me on request from my mother. Passed down from her mother, the pages are foxed and written with a typewriter, hand corrections have been made to the rough English translations. I requested this document because I have always been fascinated with his history. It is now time to learn more about Matthias Zurbriggen and transcribe this book into a digital version to better preserve it and update it for possible republication.
So, why was my Great Great Grandfather worthy of publication at one time? Mostly because of his mountaineering accomplishments, he holds the first ascent of Mt. Aconcagua along with other notable ascents and expeditions. From what I know of his life it was rough, modest, humbling, fulfilling, and agonizing (he was found hanged in Geneva in 1917). You’ll have to read the book to find out more…
The mountains beckon,
How distinctly I hear their call!
If only once again I could set foot
Upon the lofty heights and hear His voice!
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Up there in the great heath
Away from all the turmoil and the strife
One feels apart — alone with Him.
And oh, the pure sweet fragrance of his breath
Enfolds and holds me close!
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As tho’ carried by the winds His voice
Bids me to listen — to be still —
What need I fear when suddenly I KNOW
That He is always near?
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Where naught disturbs the silence deep
I find that he is all sufficient and complete
The Ruler of the skies, the earth, the seas!
M.Z.