|Southern sun over the Missouri River, from bluffs west of St. Louis|
Life is like a river, whether shallow or deep, short or long, held back or head strong. There is only one.
|Erosion and expansion near the mouth of Tijeras Canyon, Albuquerque|
There is a place in my life for romanticism, just as there is a place for existentialism. I don’t know that I visit these places as often as I visit other isms, but I do just fine.
|Southern Sandias, near one of the ridge trails leading to Eye of the Sandias|
Is there an ism for getting one’s body and one’s mind in an increasingly fit state? If so, I’m exploring that ism.
|Saguaro Sunset over Tuscon, from Saguaro National Park East|
Truth be told, I’m a Mojave Joshua Tree, a desert away from the dance promised to me in the Sonoran by my partner in crime-fighting, Saguaro.
|Mojave Joshua Tree looms in the direction of the Sonoran, Ryan Mountain|