There is a power and energy, in the desolate wilds of the American southwest which I've never experienced anywhere else. I believe the Native American Indian tribes who lived there (and still do in some areas), know these sacred spaces and protected them. They are/were people who know how to live in harmony with the land. The imprint of the desert in the history of their art and culture has always fascinated me.
Slowly, modern western civilization has been working to save some of these regions and undo the damage we've brought down on others. It's a long and difficult struggle, but one that is very worthwhile and rewarding.
I’m heading back to the desert early this summer - and look forward to being in a world with very little green, but instead with reds and oranges, browns and yellows. Where wild animals roam the canyons and mountains, and the sun is a bright white.
It’s cold here in NJ - and the skies flipping between and overcast grey and cloudy blue. I can sense the desert calling me - and I can’t wait.