Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Years ago in a galaxy far, far away,
I slipped California through a gap in a hill
into Nevada, a different world, past fences,
over a ridge into desert solitude (is it real?)
until I was face to face with the great playa,
the great flat dry lake desert ocean universe.
There was cracked white clay everywhere
on what seemed the perfect blank canvas.
Infinitude to the north, thin trails into hills.
It seemed a realm of limitless wandering.
And I was mostly right.
And I'm still wandering.

It was good to return to that world this week. A good trip. Tomorrow, it's back to The City.

great northwest
wild green and dark
but
every year
we take a desert break
into the long views
the warmth
and the wonder

old New England
pockets of wilderness
between the settlements -
fragments of primeval wood
shattered by civilization
dumbed-down remnants
of what was

Elements of all
in every scene.

(Well, I'm back in Dark City. Don't need to worry about sun screen!)

Yeah I get it