Thanks, Stephen. Loved the aluminium foil.
It reminded me somewhat of that Van Sant movie 'Gerry'. Not the foil, however.
Best,
Jill
> Desert, an hour out of San Diego (California)
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> A man looses his way on the path. He imagines a Palm Grove is up one ravine
> rather than the other. He leads his friend up the ravine, this wrong one.
> Skirting up and around enormous rocks. He stops to point out and relish the
> vermillion boulders on the near horizon. He also points to a fishhook
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> Cactus. The hooked thorns bear a crimson cast. The Ocotillo plant in bloom:
> crimson pink blossoms. The young Century Plant. Its whorl of potential
> leaves spiral up the major stalk. The artichoke green, the lavender edges.
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> The trail, this wrong trail leads to lunch. Salami and goat cheese on bread
> atop bright aluminum foil. The intense gold mica specs in the ground;
> granite trail grit. Ten minutes further up to arrive at the ridge, the top
> of the pass. To look down at the wash, a waste of rock in the next valley.
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> ³I am so happy,² he says. ³Now you have seen two of the different kinds of
> landscape.²
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> He who is also lost: A divorce. The death of close friends. An isolation.
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> ³We are in a place,² he says, ³where itıs practically impossible to get
> lost.²
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> I donıt quite believe him.
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> Stephen Vincent
> Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
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