In Frame

Water cuts through stone. Not in a day. Not in a week. But over years…centuries…longer. That narrow path? It was carved by persistence. Relentless force applied patiently. Same with muscle. Same with character. Same with life. And down there in the canyon? That’s my son—walking the same path I am. Learning what it means to … Read more

These steps weren’t made for comfort. They were carved for the committed. No railing. No shortcut. Just stone, moss, and time. These aren’t tourist steps. They’re trial steps. Each one rises with history—weathered by storms, softened by roots, waiting for the next man who won’t turn back. Climb with purpose. Climb like you belong here.

You want to build? Take this path. It’s not paved. It’s not smooth. It won’t hold your hand. Roots and rocks will trip. Descents and ascents will tax. But every step taken here is earned. This is where weak men hesitate. And strong men begin.