Wind rush dusting up desert oasis...
Timeworn trail marking passages of time and travel...
Looking up to mountains and big sky...
Nascent moon, descending sun...
Traveling crosstown on gritty surface streets...
Longstanding casting long afternoon shadows...
And the sky is gray...
Fifty years later I've been for a walk on a winter's day.
"California Dreamin'" The Mamas and the Papas.
Walking to the revolution...
Expressions of the new era...
Stuff left over that didn't fit or is no good...
Dust swirling in the dry desert atmosphere...
Passing time in the present...
Brevity of moment as evening turns into night...
Encompassing utilitarian space of the nondescript...
Steady as she goes, maintain your balance...
Sleeping and waking in a night of surreal dreams...
Grand Canal, Camelback Mountain in the distance...
They do not sow or reap or store away or worry...
Matthew 6:25-27
Power lines marking the distance...
I touched the ground wire...
Cleansing waters bringing renewal...
