It's January now. The northern world lies in a mantle of cold, so the desert is the place to be. If only I could be there more often; in those places I can forget the constant, ringing buzz in my ear- the one the civilized world makes when it demands too much in exchange for its version of comfort, savoir faire and oblivion.
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Nice to hear from you and your camera.
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Beautiful and haunting. I already Hear the mountains here calling me back as I re-enter that civilized world you describe so well. The only ringing in my ears there the mountain breeze, wind, water, the Whio and Moreporks. I wish I could share that old wooden hut with you for a night, light a small fire and talk under those desert stars.
Rangimarie my friend,
Robb
Brinni(: