…without a drop of water in it.
A Land Made by Water…
Tag Archives: desert hiking
Travelers
One of them has a tail.
Another World
Through the sandstone blocks that form the slowly-eroding edge of a mesa, a view of the desert hundreds of feet below.
I am reminded of a Neolithic dolmen, or tomb. But compared to the slow, quiet age of this erosion, the human Neolithic is the flick of a bird’s wing.
Hoe, hoe, hoe!
Just in time for the season: a rough hoe, but a hoe. The land itself was rough, a sandy little site in the lee of a pile of boulders.
United
In a midden scatter tumbling far down a slope, three pieces of utilitarian pot that have lain so long separated, on different soil types, that each has weathered to its own color.
Perfect fit.
The Place, the Tree, the Gift
Juniper
Newfangled
A chunk of thick, nineteenth-century beer bottle repurposed–right edge retouched–as if it were a flint flake.
Juniper
Lightning-struck.
Burned to the stones, then scoured flush by weather and time.
Is This Yours?
The leg it slashed –clinic visit, tetanus booster–was mine.
Vote to control shooters on public lands.
WORLD-BUILDING and WILDERNESS: 