
a red lucifer flower plant in fall.
a red lucifer flower plant in fall.
The Compleat Angler, by Izaak Walton from around 1630 or so, is a book celebrating the values found in fishing. Here, we try gardening, recognizing that it is never finished.
they’re all leaves, but some so much more striking than flowers.
when I was in elementary school in Colorado, I was introduced to the idea of a state flower. ours is the Columbine, I was told. being an Army brat, I had never “owned” something from a place I lived. never had something to identify with. and now here, on one spring day, I was given a flower as my own, as a way to know myself.
grass top to the shelter. good karma.
the taste of the air shifted.
a hard wake-up during The Road Years.
the fall to earth.
I’m shifting now from the desert to a similar landscape … the ocean. Here, I’m discovering the huge horizontal spaces both ‘scapes offer. There is a magnificent ever-changing pattern of sky, wave, surf, sand. And light. The various shapes take on obvious to subtle messaging, each unique. So, I’m thinking I’ll concentrate on this for a while as I consider my work.
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and suddenly it becomes clear why they call this the Painted Desert.
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millions of years and things just fall into place naturally. if only we had the time to be so patient.
the road down there leads to another road. don’t need much more in life.
heading toward the actual painted desert just up the road.
painted desert area.