As I settle into my last summer here at Walnut Creek, I find myself wandering around remembering (before I'm even gone) all the things I love so deeply about this place. From the way the mesa looks at sunrise to the way the light filters through the windows in the early morning and late afternoon. Inside or out, I have camera in hand, capturing it all with the intense love I feel for this place. This is my sixth summer here (and my last.) So this summer I can bet nearly all of my posts will be in honor of the Creek (Apache/Walnut) and the Mesa (Juniper) I hold so dear. This, of course, includes things like the way the late afternoon sun lights the bottles I have collected and put on the old window sill.
Here is the same photo before editing.
Gray morning at Walnut Creek. These mornings are rare around here. It is also quiet (no one up yet) which is also rare. We sat at the creek on a sandy bank on New Year’s Day. The sun shone warm on the sand and I wrote while Kevin slept, Kiva ran around with the dogs, and the boys carved. Town day yesterday, lots of errands. Going to town more than twice a week can really feel overwhelming. I do not like the feeling of being around so many people, stores, sounds, smells, ideas, fashion and media (things that try to change who I am, what I wear, how I smell, what I do, etc.) We bought a lot of “things” in town. We were proper American consumers: thank you notes, books, massage for Kevin, coffee, lunch out, pants, movie rental, wooden crates, rubber stamps and ink...Yikes. I’m sure the list goes on. Out to blow that Christmas money. Not a good feeling, really. The good feelings are here on the land with my family and animals and wilderness. Few needs, daily chores, coyotes and ravens.