Curve upon curve, water gracefully meanders through middle America, the path of the Mississippi as it makes its way to the Gulf of Mexico. The soft morning light catches the subtle details of forests and fields, creating the essence of freshly raked garden paths conveying a sense of peace to the landscape.
Raise the curtain, lift the shades, roll back the night…a new day is dawning between the layers of weather that obstruct our view of heaven and earth. Spectacular, yet in this solitary space, the sun appears as if a private illumination, a momentary thought, or a personal inspiration and we are the only witnesses to its brilliance…We are a similar spark on the horizon, radiant in our final moments before our singularity is washed away by the overwhelming light of day.
Deep in the crevices of Mexico’s Copper Canyons, weather adheres to the steep slopes, filling the void, as if attempting to make earth whole again…The healing shroud of fog lends a magical air to an already remote and mysterious landscape.
A few weeks have passed since this final dusting of snow in the mountains of California that so clearly highlighted the features of Arrowhead Lake…Today, a few patches of snow remain in shadowy places, but the white glaze seems confined to the higher peaks where the frosting portrays places on earth that touch the heavens, existing in both worlds at once, creating a dreamlike vision of seasons and times past.
In the stillness of the Sonoran desert, waves of sand roll fluidly across the earth with imperceptible movements…The sounds of this waterless sea are unknown to travelers, but the echoes of these waves may be felt in an enduring ripple through the souls of the inhabitants of this desert…Perhaps the Tohono O’odham can describe the sound, or perhaps it can only be heard in their voices.
These dunes are protected by the Secretariat of the Environment and Natural Resources of the Mexican government and the Tohono O’odham Nation, as part of the El Pinacate y Gran Desierto de Altar Biosphere Reserve.
Sometimes our travels may seem like an uphill climb; look at anything the wrong way and it seems hard…a change in perspective can turn our world upside down…change it the right way and every climb becomes a joyful ride along a level plane.
Experiencing the glory of flight at first light, once again, we find ourselves relishing the warmth of the dawn, only to roll toward the horizon and, descending, plunge back into night.
In the sky above Texas, we run into a wall of virga hanging in space, both liquid and vapor in a swirl of activity, simultaneously falling and rising…a moment of balance between perception and belief…
Waves upon a sea of stone, lapping up on islands of umber…an abstraction painted in layers of eroding earth, creating the illusion of motion and the roar of surf in a still and silent canyon.
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