The wind will not stop. Gusts of sand swirl before me, stinging my face. But there is still too much to see and marvel at, the world very much alive in the bright light and wind, exultant with the fever of spring, the delight of morning. Strolling on, it seems to me that the strangeness and wonder of existence are emphasized here, in the desert, by the comparative sparsity of the flora and fauna: life not crowded upon life as in other places but scattered abroad in spareness and simplicity, with a generous gift of space for each herb and bush and tree, each stem of grass, so that the living organism stands out bold and brave and vivid against the lifeless sand and barren rock. The extreme clarity of the desert light is equaled by the extreme individuation of desert life forms. Love flowers best in openness and freedom.
suttonhooApril 18, 2008
desert solitaire? yay.
more abbey, if you’re interested »
EdApril 18, 2008
Damn, I read that paragraph closely and more than once thinking, cool Adam wrote that!
Then I saw the credit 🙂
You’re going to town with the photos lately, I really like the last three.