Out along the American desert, even today with cars and trucks things change, views change. You can feel the buried skulls, the arrow tips and the spent cartridges and the Indian wars and the settlers buried out in the flat lonely sanding cactus strewn landscape.
You can hear murmurs of Cochise or Chief Joseph, Crazy Horse, American Horse and even Sitting Bull carrying Custer's scalp.
Occasionally the howling of Geronimo coming off a bluff and the blood curdling moments of your last breaths on the desert.
Even at a lonely gas station out in the nowhere of the American desert there are colors you have never seen and cloud formations so alien you wonder if you are not really in the Sahara with Sophia Loren.
3 comments:
ohh, beautiful. I always loved those gas station polas.
nice blog layout too!
well you told me how to post piks.
funny, it seemed so difficult before.
thanks
think i have 2 more desert shots to post
all these crazy sx70 pics of yours are amazing... i would ask how you do it, but i don't want to spoil it
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