I look up in my wandering and see a man on his bike.
He notices me and emits a cheerful “Good Morning”. I say the same back and feel a social unspoken rule has been broken. Nobody ever speaks to another in the desert. We are all protected by a sense of personal space.
All it takes is somebody who doesn’t conform and we are all in danger.
I wonder if I could become a non-conformist?
It’s black against the pale blue backdrop.
Its black and twisted and sharp in its nakedness. Its not unique to this place. There are countless black intersecting marks foregrounding the scene.
On a recent road trip, I went to view some desert sculptures in Australia’s New South Whales Outback.
The sun was almost set, and the visiting hours of the site were nearing their end. It was especially cold that afternoon, I remember putting on my jacked and hobo gloves before getting out of the car.
The sculptures were great, but I found myself more captivated by the natural wilderness surrounding them
The endless sense of space, the shrub like plants and the bright unworldly color of the grass against the red rocks.
While groups of tourists gathered around the sculptures,discussing them, photographing them from many different angles, posing with them… I found myself taking pictures of the scruffy trees reflecting the last rays of the day’s sunlight.
Maybe I’m just not cultured’ enough…
But most times, natural beauty wins for me.