Only among the erroding landscape of millions of moons does this emotion find me. The tapering reds, subtle greens, the blood of my nose. Yesterdays heat...the mornings cold. Scattered illusions of prehistoric expanse wonder me...am I here or here I am. It has been almost two weeks in Utah and I have driven more than 3000 miles. Far away from the the lush semitrical, straight row forests of JOE land where the organic presence overtakes any comprehension of what the human element thinks it knows. I find it hard to think in the desert. Sitting about, the bats fly around my head as I try to digest the physical and mental reasons of my work. Ironically......solace.
Congratulations on the new landscapes. Welcome to the blogesphere.
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