Art Galleries. Ski Valley. Wal-Mart. Mountains that change color by the minute. Light that feels artificial–unreal. Sage. Prairie dogs. Beer Bottles on the side of the road. Strands of gift ribbon curl amidst the weeds and dirt and make me wonder why. Why is this here, why litter, why in such a hurry? Holes in the earth surrounded by scruffy brush, the tumbleweed would be its babies. Dirty thoughts. This place is contradiction for me. Creative energy. Calm, dense air and washed out sky. Vivid greens and soft greens. Dry earth. Cracks in the earth represent the splinters in my brain. More stories to tell… 

…and the light…it is impossible to capture, though I did try. 


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