Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Thursday, September 16, 2004

The La Sal Mountains from Mesa Arch. I love sitting here, legs dangling over the edge. You can see forever and there is something special about being under an arch. Like being in the Earths womb. I get the same feeling in a narrow canyon where you have to twist and rub up against wind and water smoothed walls to get through.