I am tallest in the morning when the light melts everything into sharp, golden relief. So is everyone. The mountain looked so blue today that I thought for a moment that I was wearing polarized sunglasses. I wasn’t! – It was just deep and navy on its own. And the clouds that bruised the sky […]
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Things are mighty quiet back here after the raucous cacophony of horns, voices, laughter, music, life I left in New York City last week. But here is where the wind lives, the popping of fall grasshoppers into bushes as you go by, the scraping of gravel underfoot, the crack of a raven’s call as it splits the […]
Not far from this lonely, little trailer is another quiet place, high above the black and craggy lava flows below. The Sandstone Bluffs are a part of the El Malpais National Monument. El Malpais, or the badlands, as the land was called by the Spanish who trekked across it when they first forayed into this part […]