While I’m not known for my ability to take initiative during pre-dawn hours, I saw fellow artist in residence Shawn yesterday and she invited me to join her on a sunrise excursion to the Gorge. I’d wanted to make an afternoon trip myself and jumped at the opportunity, setting an alarm for 5:15am.
We made a three and a half mile hike roundtrip in outstretched fields of sage brush, cholla, and pine trees as the sun rose. Being out in the cool morning desert air brought me back to living in camp at Arcosanti and working on the farm and many West Texas mornings in slanted light. Has it really been a decade since the combination of desert sun and mountain air were elements of a garden variety morning?
