Tuesday, February 13, 2007

The mention of tumbleweeds...

brings thoughts of the desert; arid land, barren to my pacific northwest eyes.

Driving east out of LA, a pink smog mutes the sky. Towards the town of Desert Hot Springs, the plants grew shorter, more browns and grays- flowering black tire treads, green soda bottles and seeding plastic and cardboard of every color.

While time in Joshua Tree revealed a land far from desolate, trash nesting in the creosote bushes beyond the park illustrates a most depressing emptiness.

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