Tuesday, April 14, 2015
images from the Grand Canyon; Scottsdale and environs; Taliesin
We got home from the Southwest this past Sunday afternoon. My sister and I and our families, and sometimes my brother and his family, converge from opposite coasts to spend our kids’ spring breaks together, and we’ve gotten good at it. We always manage to strike a balance between exploring the area we’ve traveled to and having stretches of time with nothing to do but read; this trip, as we sat in the shade of the bougainvillea and late into the night accompanied by the haunting notes of the mourning dove. I could go anywhere with this group, and hope I see a lot more of the world with them.
Although eventually I expect I’d start to feel like Phil Connors in his endless repetition of a snowstorm if I lived in a place where the sun always shines, it would take a while. Probably a long while. I love the desert.