In Deadwood, I love the tableau of scenes during the opening credits along with the haunting music. There is something primitive about the guy in the creek biting down on the small gold nugget and the shots of butchering fresh meat as life-blood drips down against a white backdrop. The yellow gold dust harvested from nature's veins dissolves into yellow whiskey poured into waiting glasses as all around human greed and toil and commerce conspire in continuing acts of matricide waged against the fertile earth.
The poet, Hopkins, wrote:

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed.
Why do men then now not wreck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And against all this, a wild horse runs freely in the background as a symbol of nature yet untamed, surveying the wreckage while refusing to be fenced in, galloping in an ever shrinking wilderness with majesty and power. Welcome to fuckin' Deadwood.