|mo's face tells the real story|
|lula wisely decided to stay ahead of our group & to pretend she didn't know us.|
it's really hard to divest oneself of hopes, and to do that thing i've been trying to learn for so long, that is to live in the moment, to acknowledge, as john cage says, "what authentically is."
|no tights in the park, but rock climbing chic.|
enough of the meta-vacation.
i'm here right now, watching sponge bob with moses and waiting for everyone to wake up, hoping to get my kids to do the emerald pools hike today (hint: yesterday we did a completely flat river walk, one mile, and it took two hours. two slow, tear-filled hours.) i really want to see the artist-in-resident cottage today (is this where messaien wrote les canyon aux etoiles?) and at least one other thing. is that too much to ask?
one thing i love about southern utah is all the ccc projects. so inspiring. and so much fantastic stone masonry.
|in history's declivity.|