how a mesa is like an oceanic ridge.
This hillside is like a desert planet. Red soil patterned by wispy scrubs of thousand leaves, dusty pale green with small yellow blinks of rosy flowers.
I can ID the wild sage and sunflowers. Yarrow followed me this far, a familiar face among strangers. Beyond that I'm a little lost. I think my guidebooks don't reach this far. Clusters of birches; all manner of pines. Colorful homes hidden in a valley plateau.
It's a total punk house. Kind of filthy but full of love. Alpacas with their big eyes and secret grins.
Sunday, 18 July 2021