There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Abiquiu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Abiquiu. Show all posts

13 April 2013


When I first heard about the artist Georgia O' Keeffe, I was a young man's fool, and laughed at the crude jokes made about her paintings of flowers resembling vaginas.
Honestly, I still chuckle about it, but I like to think one changes with the passing of years, and with that mindset, I went out to the place Georgia called home for many years ( and where the inspiration for her American Modernism art and love of the American Southwest started), Abiquiu.
Set up in the northern New Mexican mountains, I climb the dirt roads to the adobe silence. No movement except for the passing of clouds. I see a lone figure in the distance struggling with a load upon his back, climbing the mountainside. I as get closer, I see the figure is stationary, the Desert Christ. It is a surreal image.
The town is full of empty and abandoned shacks, trailers littered with hordes of junk, a few beautiful homes. The catholic church from when the town was first started still remains. As I admire the structure, a nun in full dress, driving a Toyota Rav 4, pulls up beside me. We chat for a few, she inquires if I would like to enter the church, I politely decline.

It is the only human encounter I have.
Heading down the dirt road to the Rio Grande river, I find tranquility in the afternoon sun by a lone tree. My skin turns red, my tongue savors the last drops of water from the bottle I carry.
It is here that I find the connection to Nature that inspires artists like Georgia O' Keeffe.

At least that is what I choose to believe.