Monday, July 7, 2014

It wasn't morning...and it was 105 degrees...

At first light, before dawn, the desert is intimate, and each man feels the presence of others as an intrusion.

Blinding colour has not supplanted soft greys, uncertain forms: cliffs harsh by daylight, and thunderous-walled canyons loom soft with wells of coolness.

The east is white- mother-of-pearl- the world is secret to each one's self.

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