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 desert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label desert. Show all posts

16 March 2017

Wukoki & Wupatki

The Sinaqua Indians were here from around 1100 AD to 1250 AD, building a community out of aboriginal masonry in the high desert.

Wukoki means "Big House" in the Hopi language.
Wupatki means "Tall House", and shows more of the lifestyle of the ancient peoples, from arenas used for entertainment, to food storage areas and living quarters. This area was occupied as early as 500 AD.
No one knows why they left the area when they did, but the state of preservation of these sacred places is unbelievably well maintained to this day.

Go back in time, remember on your country's sins, and pay respect to the original inhabitants of this great land.

01 February 2017

the Cholla Gardens

Melancholy mixed with tears covered the man's face as he made his way through the desert, racing the setting sun. An oasis of chollas appear before him, a giant cluster of prickly beauty, seemingly unreal.
He walks into the garden of cacti in a dream-like state of mind. A drum circle of young hipsters chants rhythmically. A young girl looks up, her eyes pierce his soul from her hand knit beanie.

He flashes back to his own lost love.
The moon pulls out the strangest of emotions, the truest of colors lying within each of us, waiting to explode with indignant rage, in the Cholla Gardens of Joshua Tree.

08 December 2016

the return to Joshua Tree

Everything comes full circle if you have enough time and patience. I seem to have buckets of both. It had been ten years since I'd been to Joshua Tree National Park. I returned to walk the among the beautiful trees and to re-kindle a lost love, to feel the spirit of her that passed away a couple of months after our first trip here....
We talk about how I've gotten visibly older, I tell her she looks the same.

All the natural beauty here fails in comparison to the light she shines.
I sit in the same spot we did originally, high up on a boulder, and watch the sun set low into the sky before it disappears. I feel your warm breath on my neck as the stars twinkle in the night.
Your Angel Rays are here to stay, forever with me in this special place.