Silence, Water, Hope
Red Rock looked spectacular today. I took this photo in the Sandstone Quarry. Didn’t edit this picture, either! This is just how it looks.
Here are some other photos I took:
Cholla Cactus
Pods from a Datil Yucca
Beaver Tail Cactus
Calico Basin
I started reading Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey. It’s a memoir about a man who spends 6 months by himself in the desert at Moab, Utah at Arches National Park. It’s a spectacular story, and totally an inspiration to me, because isolating myself in the desert sounds like an amazing experience. Here’s a passage from his book which I really really love:
You can’t see anything from a car; you’ve got to get out of the goddamned contraption and walk, better yet crawl, on hand and knees, over the sandstone and through the thornbrush and cactus. When traces of blood begin to mark your trail you’ll see something, maybe. Probably not.
The title to this blog is from a Pablo Neruda poem that is quoted as a preface to the memoir. It reads:
Give me silence, water, hope
Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes
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Currently listening to Music Has the Right to Children, by Boards of Canada
