Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Tucson, Arizona - old souls, ancient landscapes
The locals tell me that spring is here. From browns and grays, come these striking colors--golds, yellows, oranges, pinks--blooming overnight.
Then there are shapes--elongated, wispy.
What force, what universal decision turned one plant into something round and squat, another brush-like and feathery? Darwin offered some good answers.
I have yet to learn the names of these particular trees. Nor have I figured out how to give language to these mountains that move in contours and shadows.
(My Arizona explorations continue. More pictures forthcoming.)
Posted by Jessica Keener at 1:53 PM