Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the top of desert meadow
there are cactus and some joshua trees
but mostly nothing
we weren't supposed to go to the top
there was a big water tank there
and we climbed up to it
often
a castle in the sky
the highest hump around

couldn't even find it
when I went back,
too many houses and
cul-de-sacs

quartz hill 1950ish

As much as we would often like to recreate a sweet memory we learn that that place no longer exists, and will forever remain thet sweet memory that lies in our mind's eye alone...i can relate

Oh yeah... I've got a clear memory of driving along a stretch of discontinued road atop a steep-sided knife-edge ridge, now overgrown; but when I walk it today, there's no sign of a dropoff on either side. False memory? Real memory, wrong place? A dream? Who knows...

memory
a weave of truth and dream
shrouded in fog

dreams
life's memories
replayed on shuffle

So true.

About the closest I can come is returning to remote desert places--but even some of those places are unrecognizable at times. The last 2 times I returned to the Black Rock Desert, it was choked by dust raised by vehicles tearing up the dry lake playa.

Reminds me of a video I saw of people trying to find filming locations in California for the 1963 movie It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World. Some, well actually, MOST, were unrecognizable.