I am sitting here thinking about the red strata mountains. Feeling the wind from my open window. The delight as I speed along the two lane crumbling pavement. Sand dunes off to the left. I remember the Jerky stand at the Tecopa turn off. I stopped and talked with the guy running the stand. He was a nice man and it was a pleasure to stop. I love stopping at small stands along the road. That must be the Midwesterner in me.
I'm thinking about other desert driving trips. I was surprised at how green and lush the Tucson desert was compared to my Mojave. I wondered again, what is it about the desert that appeals so much to me. Partly the wide open spaces. Have I forgotten the forests? The fields of golden grain? Why do I love so much the piles of rocks?
As I was driving through the Sedona red rocks, I looked at the crumbling plateaus. I thought about something someone told me. Something about a 16 year unveiling and I thought of the image of me as a plateau crumbling away to unveil what I am, that is hidden so far to the world.
i love your plateau poetics
Posted by: neilalien | May 14, 2008 at 12:56 PM
:) thanks
Posted by: heathervescent | May 14, 2008 at 01:01 PM