We are always glad to be occasionally, in earnest , "out on the range" amongst the sage brush, crossing the Little Colorado. Art Ranger soaks in the film made from staring out the moving window. Not so much all those aggro trucks trucks trucks, but even relishing the refracted shine of their quilted sides.
A road that snakes across the vast open spaces with stops.
|We must say it out loud : MOTHER ROA DRT|
|Plus the why? the mysterious abandonment, yet the clear ecosystem equilibriums|
|Often, you felt it wasn't just you being you, but others visiting your visit wearing quiet yucca fiber sandals|
|Segment of petroglyph : Note the "Whipping Kachinas"|
We're drawn to the two birds far left. This is exactly how our hens at home spend the afternoon talking quietly.
Now we are back in the swing. How about you? Any remnants? or ruminations?Is it Springtime upon your planet part? Send Found Art to: firstname.lastname@example.org