Forgetting the Snow
As snow piles up around us and makes it difficult to move our feet, roll our tires, and get into the air, I look up at the sky and as if crying out for an escape from the mire of snow and dream of warmer places…not without its own hazards or impediments, the sand drifts and flows endlessly across the Mojave Desert leaving sculpted lines, furrows, and stippling that reflect the motion of wind, water, and sand…not unlike the temporary textures of the snow to the east…And if you look closely at the sand dunes, you may see a face crying out for an escape from the mire of sand.
The Aerial Horizon 